Welcome back! Obviously you like this fic, or you wouldn't be here. I hoped you enjoyed the last chapter. And Here we go!
Chapter Two
Two cars pulled up in front of Cordilia's house. But, the occupants were inside, too busy listening to music to notice. Buffy stepped out of her car, her scythe in hand. Reaper smirked a little before he donned a more serious demeanor and readied his weapon.
Buffy knocked on the door, then after a moment, opened it, finding the entrance hall littered with balloons, streamers and empty cups. Buffy rolled her eyes and picked her way through the mess, the others right behind her.
They made their way to the back of the house, where a pool sat, unused, and dozens of people danced or associated with each other. A band was playing live, fairly good one too, in Dawn's taste.
"Hey Mish Summersh. I don't know ifs Joyce knows yoush are heres. I'll go find hersh." A drunk man weaved up to them, and Buffy cringed in disgust.
"No, I think I can find her better." Buffy picked her way through the crowd. She remembered parties like this when she was in high school. Mostly at the Bronze, though.
Reaper stood by the door, his gun hidden slightly behind him, not wishing to alarm anyone. Of course, most were too drunk or too high to care. At first, he was surprised that Buffy would let her daughter come to these kinds of parties, but then, her daughter hadn't asked, and he really hadn't known Buffy all that long anyways.
He looked over in time to see a drunk grope Sam, and was about to walk over there, when a dark haired man in glasses took care of it for him. Probably one of Buffy's friends, he figured. He watched Sam and the guy chat, and he obviously said something funny, because Sam laughed.
Dawn moved closer to the band, and saw all the power cords attached to a single power strip. I really do hate breaking up a good party She thought, pulling the cords. The music stopped at once.
"Hey, what gives?" A few people cried. Dawn got up on stage. The band glared at her, and she gave the traditional Summers glare back. She pulled the microphone from someone's hand and lifted it to her lips.
"Joyce, get you ass over here before Spike has a Coronary" She watched a blonde pick her way through the crowd, a cup in her hand.
He saw her, and thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. The way her hair…..Get a hold of yourself, John. She's eighteen. He still continued to look at her, though.
"What, Dawn? I'm having a graduation party here." The blonde told her, lifting herself onstage. She was amazingly nimble, very acrobatic. This was definitely the daughter of Buffy. Same muscle structure, same hair, and same face.
"Joyce, come on, you're leaving." Buffy called, peeved. At least she hadn't been drinking. She moved towards the stage.
"Slayer!" Buffy whirled around, scythe raised. She spotted a crowd of Vampires, many more than she could ever hope to fight with the people around her.
"What do you want? I'm busy here?" She asked, hoping she could taunt them enough so she could get a call out.
"We want the girl. You know who. Caleb says he'll reward us if we get her." Buffy had no clue what girl. Either Sam, Dawn or Joyce. Probably Sam or Joyce.
"Too bad. I don't think her brother'll let you." Buffy looked for Sam. Wesley was over there, that was good.
"Tch Tch Tch. The Slayer's being all rude. We just want her." A dreamy voice floated up from the vampires. Drusilla.
"Dru, you aren't gonna get that girl if I have to rip you limb from limb to make sure!" Spike yelled, game face on. No one noticed Joyce slink off into the darkness.
Spike looked around, wary for his daughter. He couldn't find her. That wasn't good.
A crossbow fired, the bolt whistling through the air. It his Drusilla, but missed her heart. A muttered curse could be heard, and the person reloading the crossbow. Drusilla used her vampire speed to attack the person.
Joyce emerged from the darkness, fangs hanging from her gums. She fought Dru tooth and nail. Spike started cheering. Buffy realized that Dru was stronger than Joyce and started running towards Joyce.
Reaper was torn between what to do. Either protect his sister, and let Buffy's daughter get her ass kicked, or go help Joyce and leave Sam to the mercy of the vampires. Blood comes first, his parents always said. Sam it was.
Turns out, he didn't need to worry. The guy who defended her had fought vampires before. Reaper still fought his way over there.
"Yes, blood does come first, doesn't it, John?" The First taunted, in Sarge's form. Reaper growled. The First morphed into his mother.
"John, John, John. I thought you were supposed to be protecting Sam?" It snickered. Reaper looked over and found Sam struggling in a vampire's grip. He raised his rifle and took aim.
'That's not gonna work" The First said.
Reaper fired. It hit the vampire in the head, and it went down. But a moment later, it got back up.
"Told you"
"Shit!" Reaper dropped the rifle and ran towards Sam. But he didn't have to worry. The vampire exploded into dust. The same man had shot it with a crossbow. Obviously he shouldn't worry about Sam. These people were professionals.
The fight didn't last long. The vampires retreated, Dru bloody from the beating the Summers women had given her.
"We will get the special slayer. I will become the ultimate vampire!" Drusilla growled, and the remaining vampires disappeared with her.
"Are you alright?" Sam helped someone off the ground. He nodded and walked off.
Reaper picked up his rifle and walked over to his sister. Her forehead was cut, and her shirt was torn a bit, but otherwise she was okay.
"And this would be your brother right? I'm Wesley Windham-Pryce." He extended his hand. John took it, and they shook.
"John Grimm."
Buffy and her daughter walked over to John and Sam. Joyce held back a little, her face pink.
"You think they're after me?" Sam asked, dusting herself off. Buffy shrugged.
"You, Dawn or Joyce."
"Why Joyce?" Sam asked. She knew about Dawn being the Key, but Joyce?
"Joyce is the key to stopping the First. She has all the power. She has the blood of the Aurelius line and the blood of a Slayer." Buffy explained. Sam thought it over for a second, then it clicked.
"Well, why me?" Sam didn't understand that part.
"Because one, you're a Slayer, two, your brother is hated by The First for sending whoever it is it's impersonating to it. And three, your brother, well, he has a habit of getting people on his bad side" Buffy told her. Sam chuckled and nodded.
"Well, let's get back to my place. We have a lot of planning to do." Buffy turned to leave. She saw Dawn sitting on the stage, looking at a locket. She didn't look too happy. Far from it, in fact.
"Who's that?" Buffy asked, looking at the locket a moment later. Two pictures were in there, one of a boy and one of Ms. Joyce Summers, Buffy and Dawn's mother.
"Michael. He went on a mission and never came back." Dawn got teary eyed.
Michael. That name sounds familiar. John thought, trying to figure out who he knew named Michael. The Kid! Michael Colton was his name. They were dating? That's why he didn't want to go, he had a girlfriend he had to worry about.
"Well, come on. We need to get back, its late." Buffy tried again. Dawn followed Buffy to the car.
Okay, I don't know what the Kid's name was, so I made it up. I'll be doing that for the other characters, too.