A/N- They are still not my characters with the exception of Morsirius, Mauvais and a few random Slayers dotted about the joint. There will be absolutely no Willow/Faith relationship, they just happen to be going off together to find Slayers, just thought I would make that clear, in fact I will probably warn you well in advance when there's going to be a relationship. This chapter may seem a tad on the random side, but hey, I know what I'm doing :P
Late at night a motorcycle pulled up outside a cheap Motel carrying two women. As it came to a gentle stop one of them got off very quickly, nearly tripping over. She pulled off her helmet.
"Did I mention I'm really not a fan of the whole biker chick thing?" Willow asked, trying to flatten her hair. "I mean, girls in leather pants, I kinda see the appeal, but c'mon me? I'm a nerd, me and motorbikes are like...well they're like Giles and fun, they just shouldn't be mixed.
"Hey I'm sure that's not true Will." Said Faith, dismounting the bike with more grace. "I bet Giles'd be really fun if he had enough Gin, or Whisky, or whatever the hell he drinks." She took the keys from the ignition and squeezed them into the pocket of her jeans, then took an envelope from her jacket pocked and tossed it to Willow. "You get us somewhere to sleep, I'm gonna go Patrol." She said stretching. "Ridin' a bike always gets me worked up, and the only way to get rid of that is either a quickie or a beat down on some unsuspecting Vamp."
"Great..., you know sharing isn't always a good thing." Willow muttered, Faith smiled and wandered off. Willow looked inside the envelope, it was their share of the money Angel had sent, despite Buffy's protests, and so far it had been enough for them to buy clothes, supplies for a locator spell and, for some reason, a motorbike.
"Thanks Darlin'." The man behind the counter said as Willow handed over the ridiculously high fee for one night. He turned around to face the door behind him. "Shyla! Bring me the keys to rooms 3 and 7!" He bellowed, a minute later a young girl came stumbling out clutching two sets of keys. The man took them from her. "Jesus girly you got a grip like a vice." He handed them to Willow and grunted as his daughter went back to wherever it was she had popped up from.
Faith had been walking around the small town for about an hour now and still hadn't run into anything she could beat, so naturally she was happy when she heard the sound of breaking glass in the night air, though it was doubtful a Vampire would be breaking and entering it still meant some fun. She walked quickly towards the source of it. As she crept round a corner the source of it came into view and she was a little disappointed, just a couple of kids breaking into a shop. Still, she may as well do some good while she was out here.
"Hey." She shouted, making one of them turn to face her, and the girl jumped down from the window.
"You really don't want to start anything with me bitch." She screamed. Faith stepped back in surprise, the woman's eyes seemed strange somehow, glazed over, maybe she was just some drug addict, looking for the money for her next fix. Faith was even more surprised when the women jumped up into the air and kicked her in the chest; she was knocked backwards onto the ground.
Stinky herbs burning, strange powders scattered about the floor, the all too familiar ingredients of a spell. Willow sat cross legged on the floor, concentrating as fully as she could. The link between her and the new Slayers was beginning to fade; she couldn't sense them as clearly as she'd been able to minutes after the spell had taken place. Her thoughts were being interrupted by an argument downstairs, she sighed, accepting defeat; she'd try again later when it was quiet, and maybe when Faith was back, she still didn't trust herself entirely with spells.
There was a fumbling at the door and a young brown haired Vampire came bursting through. Morsirius took a cigarette from her pocket and lit it. She glared at him, and then looked down at the Slayer on the floor.
"Do you want to explain this?" She asked viciously, he caught sight of the body she was talking about.
"You went out without me?" He asked in a semi-childish voice. She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath from her cigarette
"No you idiot, this little bitch, this little slayer, came in through the window. Now what's wrong with that?" She demanded.
"Erm...well the Slayer attacked you, but now she's dead, so... the fact you have to pay for a new window?" He answered hopefully. She slapped him hard across the face for his stupidity
"This..." She said, pointing at the body on the floor. "...is not Buffy Summers, I would know the Barbie doll look-alike if I saw her and this isn't her. That means that there is another Slayer."
"Well what about that other one...Hope?"
"Faith, no, it's not her either, I'd know, the amount Kakistos ranted about her, no, not her either."
"Well maybe they're dead."
"No, the First would be bragging by now, for a formless being it can sure rant. No this is different; something about the world feels different. Find out Mauvais; find out what's wrong so we can deal with it, before, well just find out."
"I can feel it Buffy."
"What?"
"My Soul, it's really there, it kinda stings," "Go on then."
"No, you've done enough, you can still..."
"No, you've beat them back, it's for me to do the clean up."
"Buffy c'mon."
"Gotta move lamb, I think it's fair to say school out for bloody summer."
"Spike."
"I mean it, I've gotta do this."
"I love you."
"No you don't. But thanks for saying it. Now go."
"I can feel it Buffy."
"What?"
"My Soul, it's really there, it kinda stings," "Go on then."
"No, you've done enough, you can still get out of here."
"No, you've beat them back..."
"No Spike, c'mon, I can't do this without you."
"Ok."
"Buffy!"
"Buffy. Buffy!" Xander's words brought her back to the real world. "Are you ok?" He asked, taking his eyes off the road for a moment.
"Yeah, yeah, just dreaming." She replied, distracted by her dream, finally she knew what he meant. Last year when Willow had brought her back, it was something that she'd always remembered, Spike said to her that every night he had dreamed about her, and each night he'd done one little thing differently that meant that she hadn't had to jump. It was kind of pathetic really; she knew that saying something slightly differently wouldn't have changed his mind; she doubted anything would have made him get out of there, but she should have stayed behind longer, or maybe just forced him to leave, dragged him out by his peroxide blonde hair.
"Are we there yet?" Asked Dawn from the back of the car.
"Oh for the love of... do you know how annoying that is?"
"Yeah well, it's better than you going to sleep and shouting about Spike again." Dawn replied sarcastically. "Oh Spike, I love you." She mocked, causing Buffy to glare at her.
"I guess we're here." Said Xander, mainly just to break up the coming fight. Buffy turned round to look out of the front of the car. Her eyes widened.
"Oh God."
Sorry about this chapter, but I did warn you it was a tad random and didn't really have much substance, to good news is my brain has been going into over drive with possible stories, some of which I think you'll really like, but anyway I've said it before and I'll say it again, please review! Also any suggestions, criticisms, requests are entirely welcome, I'll get chapter 4 up soon.