AN: Alright are you ready for another chapter? Great! Just one note, for those of you who recognize the second scene from somewhere, yes I got it (and the title) from the Buffy episode "Dirty Girls" but I swear to you my evil villain (the antagonist) is totally different from Caleb! Honestly!
To Cyber Angel One: Oh yeah, ya know the X-Men world is going to change? Can't you just see the humor? Keep reviewing!
To Jason Barnett: Yeah, I know that was more of a Giles line, but he's like my favourite character and since he's not a major character in my story, I gotta have his lines, don't I? Support me more!
To manticore-gurl071134: Who knows what goes on in the mind of a Slayer? Oh yeah, I do since I'm the writer… ah, lost my trail of thoughts. Anyway continue to review!
To mika: Yes, darling, I do mean someone other than Duncan and Kelly. Hard to picture anyone worse, yes? Well, I've made a villain you're gonna love to hate! He's gonna give Kelly and Duncan a run for their evil-stupid-ass money!
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Chapter Five- Dirty PowerBuffy and Xander, exhausted from a hard days work at school, walked into the apartment where they were currently staying. Inside, Faith was propped up on the one couch, flipping through channels, while Willow sat next to her typing rapidly on her laptop. In the kitchen, Ori was eating pizza and next to her sat Sidney, reading a book.
"So how was work, B?" Faith asked as Buffy and Xander stepped into the apartment, "Those hooligans give you a rough time?"
"Rough time?" Xander snorted, "Please, those hooligans gave me a really rough time. One look at Buffy's legs and those teenage hormones I'm so familiar with were raging. As for me on the other hand, I'm having second childhood. And, may I remind you, I'm too young to have a second childhood."
Buffy glared at Xander and said, "I met the mutants." she said and at that point Sidney and Ori raised their heads.
"What did they say?" Ori questioned.
"Nothing much. They don't trust easily but that can be expected after what they've gone through. Sometimes I wish I could help them but I have a mission…" Buffy paused and then said, "I got some information on Philip Moore's death."
"Vampire?" Faith asked.
Buffy nodded, "No doubt about it, Faith, but at the same time it had this kinda… I dunno… cultic feeling to it."
"So are you saying these vampires might be working for some crazy-worshipping-gods person?" Faith asked, pushing herself to her feet.
"Yeah, but Principal Kelly seems to believe the mutants are behind this. Oh no, not the ones that go to Bayville. There is this band of mutants called the Brotherhood. Kelly seems certain that they're behind this." Buffy explained.
"So what do you want us to do about, B?" Faith asked.
"And want you and Ori to try out for a membership." Buffy said, smiling at their surprised looks, "Since Ori's a mutant let her do the talking, Faith. Make up some lie about wanting to join. Say you want to get rid of the humans or something. Just get in and report back here. Meanwhile, I'm going hunting. See if I can big up any clues about the vampires here."
"When do you want us to join?" Ori asked, looking forward to the action.
"Tomorrow morning." Buffy said and looked over at Sidney, "Have you found your ghost yet?" she inquired.
Sidney shook her head, "No, but Ann and I have been out looking for it all day." She motioned to an empty seat that Buffy knew held the ghost girl.
Willow finally looked up from her laptop, "I may have found some usual information. Years before this town was built there was said to be a temple that worshipped a demon called Deltoramina. But it was destroyed when a young woman appeared with strong strength. Sound familiar?"
"What you're saying is that these murders could really be connected to that demon and the Brotherhood is not to blame. I like that scenario, I like it a lot, but to be on the safe said, I'm having Ori and Faith join it anyway." Buffy said.
"Got ya, B." Faith said, turning back to her shows. She hooted in town as Jerry Springer came back onto the tube. Sure, she really didn't like the show, but 'Jerry' was easy to get addicted to. What American wouldn't be interested in a title like: I'm a lesbian and I need to tell my boyfriend?
Buffy then turned to Sidney and said, "When is your ghost boy showing up with the dead Slayer?"
Sidney sighed and decided not correct Buffy's sentence and instead answered, "Sometime tomorrow night. It's easiest for Jack to travel during the night. Less a chance of hitting into someone."
Buffy nodded and said to herself, "Principal Kelly tells me that the mutants at Bayville live at a place called the Xavier Institute. That name sounds familiar, doesn't it, Will? I think Giles mentioned sometime ago."
Willow nodded, "He said he helped a man named Xavier once. Something about some big idea he had right after his 'Ripper' days."
"Find out as much information on him as you can, Will." Buffy said, "And then get some sleep, you look exhausted."
With that Buffy turned and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Noticing her retreat, Ori called, "Where are you going, Buffy?"
From inside the bathroom, Buffy called, "I'm taking a bath! If the demons don't get to me first, these kids are going to be the death of me."
Blood, heavy and thick, filled her nostrils as she raced through the woods surrounding Bayville. Her feet ached from running so hard and her lungs were burning, but she did not stop because if she did they would get her.
From behind her, she heard the movement. She closed her eyes, wheeled around a kicked. Her heavily padded boot connected with a stomach and for a moment she was free. Her heart pounding in her ears, she rushed forward.
I'm almost there! The newly made Slayer named Whitney thought to herself, I'll just have to get to Buffy, tell her what's going on and then I'll be safe. I'll be safe…
But the vampires, who called them selves the Tora-Kone, were gaining on her. Any minute, Whitney knew they would have and then it would be over. For herself and the world. She couldn't let them get her!
And then the Tora-Kone were on top of her, all five of them, and were barring her to the ground. Their faces twisting into vampire form. Whitney crashed into the ground, her stomach aching, her muscles burning. Her heart embraced the defeat and the welcomed the cold death, safety in its own way…
And then the New Slayer saw the street.
Somehow she had to manage to run to the street of Bayville. Streets meant cars, cars went fast, and cars took her to Buffy Summers. All at once, new power slammed into her veins and it had wheeling around and kicking the Tora-Kone in their ugly, pale, slimy faces. Then she pushed herself to her feet and rushed to the road.
The Tora-Kone were on her heels as Whitney raced into the street. Some ways back, she saw two headlights glowing in the distance. A beckon of hope. Glancing over her shoulder and seeing the Tora-Kone gaining on her, gave her a burst of speed and she moved towards the car, franticly swinging her arms.
"Stop! Stop!" She shouted at the top of her burning lungs. The headlights flashed in her eyes and she heard the car screeched to a halt. She could hear the Tora-Kone's growls and without thinking, she lunged forward the car.
She hoped into the passenger seat and the driver, a young man, looked at her as if she was a demon herself, which of course she wasn't.
"Drive!" Whitney commanded as the Tora-Kone lunged at the car.
The young man took one look at the Tora-Kone with their twisted faces and slammed the gas on. They plowed into a Tora-Kone as they zipped by the vampire demons. As they did so, the Tora-Kone snarled and moved back into the woods.
Whitney drew in long breathes once she was sure she was safe. As she did so, she glanced over at the young man driving. He was handsome enough, high cheek bones, full mouth, dark hair with a red sheen, and dark jade eyes. He wore cloths of the normal type, baggy black pants and a red shirt. Had Whitney not been concerned with the world's safety she would've been very interested.
"What the hell were those things?" He asked, looking over at Whitney.
Whitney took in a deep breath and remembered she wasn't supposed to reveal her identity, "Really, really bad men."
"Where they part of a cult?"
"Kinda like that." Whitney answered.
"Where they… mutants?"
"No."
The man released a sigh of relief, "Good. So where are ya headed?"
"Bayville. The town right up ahead." Whitney answered, motioning to the sign that proclaimed Bayville only a few miles away, "Thanks for saving me, Mr…?"
"Call me Jake." the young man answered, "I'm only a few years older you."
Whitney nodded, closed her eyes and leaned against her seat, trying to get her muscles to relax.
"So what's your name?" Jake asked, smiling.
"Ah…" Whitney hesitated at giving her name. Her Watcher had taught her to be discreet and not to give out her name. Until the Tora-Kone had gotten to her, Whitney thought wearily. The death of her first Watcher still laid heavily with her. And she hadn't forgotten her Watcher's last request: find the Slayer, warn her about what is to come. She managed to track the Slayer to Bayville and now it looked like she was home free. And it was all thanks to Jake. She owed him her name.
"Whitney." The Slayer answered.
Jake smiled, "That's a very pretty name, Slayer." he drawled.
All of a sudden Whitney's gut tightened and she pushed herself against the door next to her seat. Hastily she reached for the door latch and found none. Panic clogged her throat as she realized she was trapped like a mouse.
"Now, now." Jake chided, "Why do ya need to be running when all I said was that I know ya're the Slayer? If ya're the Slayer don't you have some super-strength ya can pull on me if I try something?"
Whitney was scared shitless now. There was something about Jake that her senses tingling. There was more to this handsome man then she had first suspected. There was a power to him. An evil power and it had Whitney trembling.
"Ya got Power don't ya?" Jake pressed, "Dirty Power?"
"Please let me go." Whitney whispered, "I wanna… wanna walk from here, okay? Thanks for all your help."
Jake chuckled, "That's what I like about ya Slayers. Ya always get that edgy look in ya eyes. Like a spider-sense, or something. Spider-man was my favourite hero, ya know?"
"Please." Whitney begged her voice barely above a whisper.
"Now, Miss Slayer, ya think I'm gonna let ya go when all ya gonna do is tell Miss Summers about ma arrival? You'd ruin the surprise." Jake grinned evilly and Whitney saw the hideousness that hid behind Jake's good-looks.
"Why do you want to hurt us?" Whitney whispered.
"Why, isn't it obvious?" Jake said, allowing his true Southern accent to slid into his voice, "Power, a'course. I want ya power, darlin'. It may be Dirty Power, it comin' from the good side an'all, but I'ma always willing to clean something if it'll help ma interests."
"Who are you?" She whispered.
"Not that it's ya business, but Ah happen to work for Lord Deltoramina. Right hand man actually. We-a gonna take this world over and rule it. All we need is more power. Guess where we gonna get it from." Jake said.
Whitney stared at him in horror. The car seemed cold all of sudden. Like the Grim Reaper himself had joined them in the car and was now wrapping his cold fingers around Whitney's neck. Then her Slayer instincts kicked in. She lunged forward and grabbed Jake's wheel and tried to turn the truck around. Jake growled and elbowed her in the face, causing Whitney to retreat.
"Now, now, sugah. None o' that." Jake drawled. He saw the sign that said they were now entering Bayville, "This is were ya get off, darlin'. Ya know, no matter how many times Ah do this, Ah never get tired of it. See ya, sugah."
Then with a movement that caught Whitney off guard, Jake ripped a long dagger from his waist belt and slashed her across the belly. Whitney gasped and pressed her hands at the deadly wound. At the same time, Jake flicked a button on his steering wheel and Whitney's door slid open and she was falling out of the car.
But then Jake reached out and grabbed her by the collar of her and hauled her half way up back into the car. Whitney closed her eyes and fought the pain that coursed through her body.
"Now, darlin', there is a car behind ya and since Ah don't think ya'll survive long enough to tell the Slayer about ma arrival, tell the people behind ya that I'ma in town and once Ah get the Slayers' Dirty Power and make them clean again, Ah'll be comin' after the mutants and then the world. Got that, sugah?" Jake asked.
Whitney raised her hands and gripped the side of the truck and tried to pull herself back in, her survival instances taking over, but Jake casually held her out of the truck.
"Ah said: got me, sugah?" Jake asked, smirking his deadly, but very handsome, smirk that had Whitney groaning in pain. The blood from her stomach wound splashed onto the ground and whizzed by Whitney's head. She was starting to get dizzy, but she managed to understand Jake's work. She glared at him with every bit of her Slayer hatred.
"Bite me." She hissed.
"Sorry, darlin', not a vampire. Demon." Jake said, "Now this is where Ah let ya off. See ya, pretty Slayer." And as Jake released Whitney's collar and she was sent hurtling into the ground, he called, "And remember, it's a about power. Yar Dirty Power."
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Okay, I'll admit Jake's a little like Caleb, what with that Southern accent, but don't you think an evil Southern dude is cool!? Caleb was like my favourite evil person! He was even better then Glory the Helldog! How many times do you see that? Anyways, look out for Chapter Five: The Good, the Bad, and the Dead where we finally meet the Brotherhood (can you say: joy?). Oh yay! Until then REVIEW!!!
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