Disclaimer: I own nothing, forgot to put this on the first chapter. Such an amateur.

Ok, here goes, thanks for the reviews everyone, glad you're into it. I'm not sure quite where it's going and I'm more nervous about this second chapter than I was about the first.

To be honest I don't know what season this is, I'm more just into Faith than the Buffy series in general, I just think she's such an awesome character. So apologies if I don't write her very well, I probably don't know enough about her.

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Chapter Two

Faith decided she liked London as she tucked into a full English breakfast in a greasy back street cafe.

Man these people know how to eat.' she thought with satisfaction, looking out at the early morning sun sparkling in the windows outside.

It had been three days since she'd arrived, and though the Council had given her nothing in the way of financial help, she felt happier and freer than she had in years. Ok, she hadn't really slept much, an afternoon's dozing in Hyde Park wasn't really enough, but she was surviving so far. Compared with prison, London's parks were like a Hilton hotel. She wished they'd given her a little more information to go on. All they'd told her was that there was an unusual amount of vampire activity in London and the name Voldemort had been heard on more than one occasion. But she couldn't complain, this was the reason the council had secured her release from prison, she respected that. She had a sneaking suspicion that this Voldemort was the new Big Bad and he wanted to take over the world.

Don't they all' she thought with a sigh.

Here was a proper chance for redemption, with some serious ass-kicking attached to it, there was no way she was gonna mess this up. The thing that was really bothering her though was the people following her. They didn't seem like ordinary people, she wondered if it was the Council not trusting her or whether the big bad V was having her watched. Whoever they were, they obviously underestimated her, she'd seen them all. The first night it had been some big guy, almost wolf like, lurking in the shadows, a footstep behind her every move. The second night it had been someone a little more sinister, tall and greasy. During the day it had been the old woman in the park who looked homeless but seemed to appear every time she moved. That was kind of the reason she hadn't had much sleep. And last night, last night she'd been so close to finding out who was stalking her. She could have sworn she'd been in breathing distance of whoever was there in that alleyway, the woman who'd tripped over that garbage can, but vamps had turned up at the wrong moment. She was determined she'd get them tonight though. She wasn't a slayer for nothing

She stared at the bottom of her coffee cup after draining it of its contents and mused over what to do with the day ahead of her. It was a still a little cold to try and get some sleep in the park, that would have to wait until the afternoon. She checked her watch, it was 8.30am. She sighed and ordered another coffee. Freedom was great, but she a tiny part of her couldn't help wishing she had someone to share it with. Pushing that thought down, she considered a walk around the National Gallery, which didn't charge admission, when the door of the cafe opened and a pink-haired woman stepped inside. Faith knew immediately that it was she who'd been following her the previous night. Unsure what to do at first, Faith sat back and stared at the woman who was doing everything she could to avoid eye-contact. Enjoying making the woman feel uncomfortable, Faith continued to stare long after she'd finished her drink. Eventually she got up and went over to the woman's table. She pulled up a chair and sat opposite her.

"So, you gonna tell me who the hell you are and why you and your friends have been followin me across this city for the past three nights?" she demanded.

The pink-haired woman opened her mouth as if to speak and as she did so, she looked into Faith's eyes for the first time. Whatever she'd been going to say died at the back of her throat and a look of recognition and amazement spread across her face as her jaw dropped. Faith was a little taken aback at this reaction.

"Uh, lady... flies?" she suggested, not knowing what else to say.

The woman quickly closed her mouth and regained her composure.

"What's your name?" she asked tentatively.

"Wait a minute." said Faith with a laugh. "You're the one who's been doin' the stalking. Surely you know my name by now. If not I think I deserve to know yours first anyway, don't you?

"My name's, erm, I'm Tonks." said the woman hesitantly hold out her hand.

Faith didn't take it, opting to give Tonks the most threatening look she could muster. Then she leaned in close and whispered in Tonks' ear,

"Well listen up, Tonks. I don't like being followed and I don't like people messing in my business ok? So if I find you or any of your friends anywhere near me again, you will seriously regret it. If you've been paying attention during your late night spying sessions, you'll have noticed that I can kick ass big style. Take that as a warning.

Faith leant back in her seat with satisfaction, expecting to see Tonks looking terrified. To her surprise, the woman was rummaging around in her bag, head down. A little unnerved that her intimidation tactics hadn't worked, Faith started to get up and leave. As she did so, Tonks produced what looked like a Polaroid camera and before Faith could react, Tonks had taken a photograph of her.

"Hey, what the..?" Faith started, and tried to reach for the camera, but for once her reactions let her down, and she could only watch as Tonks ran out of the cafe and disappeared down the road.

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There we are, hope it wasn't too much of a let down!