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CHAPTER 4 THERE SHE GOES...THERE SHE GOES AGAIN PoV Buffy...
Buffy opened her eyes the last thing she remembered was being mauled by a wolf in a dark alley after getting the 'death is your gift' talk from the First Slayer.
She felt neither pain nor sorrow, just something missing, but mostly peace.
'So... I'm guessing I died... again,' she murmured to herself, surprised that she didn't feel physically intact, actually she felt weightless, kind of like she was there but not.
A golden mist hovered over her that exploded into little droplets of water, hardening into thousands of golden orbs.
'Ooh, pretty lights...' she gravitated towards the orb shower and immediately felt warm, safe and secure.
Suddenly a familiar voice spoke to her, 'Your death is your gift, not only for you but for us as well.'
The orbs suddenly transformed themselves into women and girls. Different races and ages ranging from some as young as 13 through to 23 years old. Realisation suddenly dawned on her, 'The Slayers of the past.'
The First Slayer emerged but not as wild looking as before, she was still crouched down on all fours with a predatory glint in her eyes but the paint on her face was gone and her hair wasn't as wild as it was on their first meeting.
The First Slayer spoke, 'You have freed our souls, the gifts that were passed to you will be attainable to all those with potential.'
'Huh?' was the only coherent thing that Buffy could say.
'The Watchers have only made it possible for the potential Slayers to be chosen by them, it was easier that way for them to control the lives of the potentials and to mould them into their definition of a slayer. Our life expectancy did not last long for our alienation from the rest of the world made it hard for us to actually learn to live in this world.
But you were an exception right from the very beginning. You were not discovered until you were called, you were the first of our kind to have had support from friends and to grow up with a family.'
Buffy expected to feel sadness with the thought of her mom and friends and the mess she left behind but instead she felt nothing.
'One question. How come I died so quickly? I mean, sure I was a wolf's chew toy but I've been through worse, how come my body gave in so quickly? '
The First Slayer neared Buffy and the wolf from their last discussion appeared beside Buffy. Buffy felt neither hostility nor submission from the wolf only respect at the proud and majestic way it carried itself.
'Your death was imminent, it had been prophesised over a millennia ago.' replied the First Slayer.
'Oh great, another prophecy of my death. Uh, please explain???' asked Buffy.
The First Slayer then said, 'When you were bitten, her powers mingled with yours attacking the powers of the Slayer in you. The two powers fought for dominance, her powers won and the essence of the Slayer left you... but not entirely.'
'Wait, that doesn't make sense, so what are you saying? I'm not a slayer anymore? And why do you keep saying "she"? And what powers do I possess and what does all of this make me?'
'You are in a sense still the Slayer but not of our kind. You are something more the part of the Slayer that was left in you is predominantly from the Light. As you well know, our powers were derived from Darkness and Light, but the Darkness in us ruled over the Light.
The wolf that attacked you is from a Native American tribe known as Skinwalkers. They are human but they have the ability to transform into animals of their choosing. They come from a tribe that derived their powers unnaturally from rocks not of this planet. She attacked you and intended to murder you for the purpose of keeping you away from Numan, the one you know as Clark.'
'Wuh?' Buffy couldn't process all of that information she was dumbfounded. First there were animorphs who got their powers from meteors? Then she was attacked by a jealous wolf that wanted Numan, no wait... 'Clark? What's so special about Clark? And is she an ex or a jilted lover? And it's not like Clark and I are going out or whatever, I mean sure there was a spark of something, I mean we haven't even dated!'
The First Slayer turned into Kendra and the wolf beside Buffy then shifted into...
'Holy shit you're me!' exclaimed Buffy at... well herself.
'Clark is not of this world he was prophesised to save this world from evils, with you by his side. His Golden Phoenix, his queen.'
Wolf Buffy stared in front of Original Buffy and spoke in an ancient voice, 'You are the Golden Phoenix.' As soon as she spoke those last words, Wolf Buffy stepped back and was engulfed in golden flames. Buffy watched in amazement as two large fiery wings of gold and red spread behind Wolf Buffy. Her green eyes became a beautiful pale yellow and a fiery bird appeared above Wolf Buffy's head.
Original Buffy could feel herself returning to her corporeal state. She felt and saw her wounds heal immediately as now Phoenix Buffy wrapped her wings around her.
Buffy felt new power and life surge through her, she felt invincible, all-powerful and ready to kick ass.
The thousands of girls before her gave her a thankful smile as Buffy watched them transform into golden orbs and then fade away into the mist of gold.
Phoenix Buffy's wings folded away and she transformed into the wolf as Kendra spoke, 'There is more to you than meets the eye Buffy Summers. Much, much more. We are eternally grateful for freeing us. It is time for you to return Golden Phoenix, Numan and your new destiny awaits you.'
Buffy Summers blinked and felt herself gasping for air, one thing running through her mind, 'Must see Clark.'
PoV Kyla...Kyla groaned as she forced herself to get up only to fall on her side. Why was she cold? And why did she feel so weak?
Anger flashed through her body as she looked around for her victim, the blonde little slut was nowhere in sight!
Clark threw her against the wall! Clark saved that, that Anne!
Kyla suddenly stopped her mental babbling when she realised two very important facts. One, she was naked, battered and bruised. And two, she was very human and couldn't transform!
What the hell is going on???
Sunnydale California...Faith Rogers had just finished patrolling and was on her way home to the apartment that she shared with her Watcher. As she entered her room she fell into a deep sleep and dreamt of death followed by peace and tranquillity, then she dreamt of the Golden Phoenix also known as Buffy Summers and her slayer sister, or was, she wasn't really sure. There were bits and pieces of it that she didn't understand, but when morning came realisation dawned on her too. She felt different, more powerful and focused, but one thing stuck in her mind, she was... free. It was the sort of freedom that you feel deep within your soul, and it was in large part due to Buffy Summers. Faith smiled, she was a new woman, a powerful and free woman.
Wait til she tells her Watcher and Giles that she knows what has happened to her missing Slayer sister.
Watcher's Council Headquarters, England...
Quentin Travers poured himself another glass of Scotch this would make it his fourth. At exactly 3:25 this morning, the mages, witches and wizards that located potentials lost contact with all of them. They could not sense where they were, not even a tiny bit of a buzz when they tried location spells. Activation would not have been possible, Faith Rogers was still alive and protecting the Hellmouth while the rogue slayer Buffy Summers was nowhere to be found. Potentials under the care of the Watcher's Council all over the world have begun to question their rights and the Council's motives. The very same traits he had seen in only one slayer that Quentin Travers had the unfortunate luck of meeting, Buffy Anne Summers.
He downed the light brown liquid and immediately poured himself another one. That Summers' girl was a thorn on his side from the very beginning. But now she was something more, he knew deep down that there was something off about that girl, she was not accounted for as a potential, losing her first Watcher within a few weeks, dying and then resurrected resulting in two active Slayers, the first occurrence in the history of Watcher's Council. Involving civilians in her duties fighting against the forces of darkness, associating and forming a relationship with Angelus the Scourge of Europe, soul or no soul, a dead vampire is a good vampire. And said relationship caused a near Apocalypse. She is the bane of his existence. And now something big is happening to the potentials, and it's all her fault. Now he has to do something drastic, they've been after her for months after the death of her successor, Kendra Milestone.
But now it was time to call in reinforcements...
TBC