Disclaimer: It's all Joss Whedon and J.K Rowling the poem is an extract from the soul bird by Michal Snunit.
Faiths P.O.V now
"Please Buffy I'll be really good, please."
That's what Dawn was saying to Buffy once lunch had died down and classes started back up. I wasn't teaching any thing that period, and so I was watching Dawn and Buffy argue, my highlight of the day.
"Dawn there's no one to take you, so my answer is still NO," Buffy replied
"Then let me go in the car."
"No and a billion tons of no will I let you drive to and back from a concert on you're own."
"Why not?"
"Uh let me see you can't drive, it's dangerous, and the last time you did drive you almost killed a man. Shall I go on?"
"Fine then someone else can take me," Dawn looked around the room hopefully then her eyes settled on me. Shit.
"Faith can, she's got a free evening."
"No can do Kiddo, I don't have a car," I said in the vain hope she'd drop it and bully Angel into taking her.
"Take Giles's car"
"Absolutely not!" Giles said firmly before I could answer.
"Please Giles the concerts for charity," Dawn pleaded making puppy eyes.
"Oh fine then but Faith if you break it you'll pay."
"Yippee!" Dawn jumped up and hugged Giles.
"Thanks a lot Giles," I muttered.
000
I met Dawn outside the main entrance at 19:00 she was wearing black jeans, a silvery top and had outlined her eyes in venom green.
"Alright you ready?" I asked opening the car door for her.
She immediately jumped in, and started fiddling with various different knobs on the radio and inside of the door.
"So Kiddo which way?" I asked once we'd left the drive and were on the dusky road.
"I think it's left now and then you have to get on to Gladsvill Street."
After an hour and half of driving Dawn had me pull into a dark, foreboding ally.
"Are you sure this is it?" I asked.
"I think so that's what it said on the instructions," Dawn said, uncertainly biting her lower lip.
"Come on let's get out and have a look around," Dawn nodded and we walked out the door that's when I heard it, a soft anonymous laughter.
"Dawn do ya hear that?"
"Yeah wh..." Dawn never got to complete her sentence because just then she was hit by a stream of brilliant red light.
Spikes P.O.V 1975 London Portobello Market.
It was still dark, sunrise wasn't for another couple hours. I looked beside me at the limp figure, the girls hair was sandy brown and curly, her attire was of ripped fishnets, black knickers over the top and a ripped open bra. Her ruby red lips were slowly going blue and her eyes had lost there vibrant spark.
I felt no remorse seeing her like that, it was my doing that her bra was ripped my body violating hers it was my fangs that sunk into her neck at my climax.
Her roommates would be home soon and I was to full to eat them. Slipping out the room I glided out the open window and landed cat like on the paving. The streets were full of punks and dirty dealings of drugs. I tried them all Heroin, Speed, E, Coke and anything I could smoke, but none of them gave me as big a hit as draining a human's blood.
The kids were sweeter than ever now, there blood pumping with sex and drugs.
My attention is caught by a drunken ally fight; four kids are brawling in the mud, this is appealing to me. The ripped denim trousers I ware, are similar to there's, our leather studded jackets almost alike but we are all so different. I am a cold blooded creature of the night, a savage murderer.
This is proven, by their dead bodies pinned to the wall, by railroad spikes through their heads.
Brightly collared hair (an act of rebellion), becomes stained with red blood (an act of psychotic fore play.)
My dark princess waits for me outside a reggae bar. Her dress flowing in the night's breeze and her hair whisked into a bun. "Just like grandma," she would tell me every time she chose to style her tresses in this manner.
"Ello Spike, the chocolate tastes sweeter than usual; his hair was very long, look I kept his hat," Drusilla tells me in the childlike voice I'm used to.
"Yes luv, he would, as his been smoking hash all day," I say, starting to saunter down the hill with malice. I don't just own myself, I own everything, everyone.
Deep down, inside, lives the soul.
No one has ever seen it,
But we all know it's there.
This is one of the most brutal memory's I owned, it was one of the hardest things to get over, but moving on was almost harder.
Buffy was the most amazing woman I had ever met but we couldn't be together, I new this.
Never, never has a person been born
Who didn't have a soul.
It sparks the moment we are born
And never leaves us-
not even once-
for as long as we live.
When we were together it wasn't real she was only with me because she hated herself; I was only with her because she was unattainable, she didn't love me and I could never truly love her with all my soul.
It's like the air that people breathe
From the moment they are born
Until the time they die.
Xanders P.O.V now
"I'm builder guy it's what I do," I said to a very stubborn Giles.
"Yes but not this it's very difficult we need our mystics department on it right away," he replied.
"Mystics why would you need mystics to build a cupboard?" I asked thoroughly befuddled.
"A cupboard? What does a cupboard have to do with the puzzle of Absentis?"
"The puzzle of what's that now? Uh are we talking about the same thing here?"
"Professedly not! And you have just wasted a good twenty minutes of my time on a pointless conversation," Giles expressed. Then angrily took away his papers from my hands and walked away.
"Just doing my job," I bellowed after him.
I got up from my seat in his office and walked away. No time for idleness when a mans got a job, I thought.
000
I was lost this is ridiculous I thought.
"When Giles said there were just a handful of potential slayers left he must have meant a big giant, giant with humungous giant hands!" I mumbled.
Deciding it was pointless; I let my self out the building and walked across the bridge to our house. The house and the actual school were two different buildings. The one I had just been in was where we all worked, the school.
The school was what it said it was a school for slayers they learnt to meditate, fight better, in tune their senses and even a little magic. They also learnt all your regular subjects like Maths and English.
Giles ran it, he had collected together some new and some old watchers to HELP train the slayers.
But outside the school (which was massive) there were grounds. And there was a very pretty Chinese style river that ran over to the house. We, well I had built a bridge to go over it so all the Scoobys could get from work to home.
Inside the house we had 4 floors and a basement. In the basement there were rooms for training. We then had all the normal things houses that hold seven people and two vampires have.
I let myself in through the back door and went to library, where Willow was sitting reading, but she was crying.
"Willow sweetie what's wrong?"
"Oh Xander, hi it's nothing," she answered wiping her eyes.
"Come on it must be something."
"It's Kennedy."
"What did she do is she ok?" I asked concerned.
"I hope not."
"Uh hunny why do you hope you're girlfriends not ok?"
"She broke up with me."
"Ok from the top."
"Well I tried to talk to her this-morning because we've been having problems for a while now. But she ignored me and said she had to talk to Anderson. So just now I went to look for her to talk, ask if we could have a brake. And I found her with Anderson they were both of the naked variety."
"You mean watcher guy Anderson?" I said shocked
"I was just about to brake up with her but she got there first and Anderson just laughed. Then I came here."
"Oh god Willow I'm so sorry." I said rapping her up in my arms and letting her cry.
Giles P.O.V now
I was practically tearing out my hair, from stress by the time I had covered the 300th text with no reference to 'The Order' at all.
The new Watchers Council was located on the second most active Hellmouth in the world, Cleveland. But we still hadn't had an interesting case like this since a Callidus demon tried to resurrect the old Hellmouth. And that had been 4 months ago.
No one else seemed to understand why I found this so interesting. The reason was because no one in wizarding world would ever come to a Hellmouth they were to afraid. I just didn't know what of.
Dawns P.O.V
The red light came out of no where hitting me in the chest. I staggered backwards pain blinding me until my knees gave way and I stumbled to the ground shaking in spasms. It was awful. Torture but there was no blood.
"DAWN!" I heard Faith call my name as if from a far of world. The pain had subsided but I could not move.
Slowly I opened my eyes to see Faith fighting of three robed figures. I faintly heard a silky voice from behind me.
"Careful little key you don't want to get into trouble."
I turned standing up to face the thing. Who was a man?
"What did you just call me?" I asked the man, robed in black.
"Dear dear little girl you ought to get your ears tested," he said.
"I'm not a little girl."
"No you are not; you are The Key and 'sister' to The Slayer."
I was about to reply when, catching me of guard he shot a spell, that chained my arms and legs together. He hastily grabbed my reluctant form and started dragging me away.
"FAITH, FAITH!" I screamed tying to get her attention.
She started to run after me and the guy. He had pulled out his wand and was shooting spells at Faith, which she ducked.
Finally we reached the street where Faith jumped on the man who looked thoroughly confused by all the cars and flashing lights.
I wriggled away from the two who were now exchanging punches on the side-walk. Faith knocked his wand into the road.
The robed man threw Faith of him, hastily running to his wand. A van hurtled down the road and crashed into him
I felt Faith grab my wrist and drag me to Giles's car where we got in and drove out as fast as we could.
000
When we got back we rushed into the living room where everyone was having a cosy little movie night.
"Oh my god what happened?" Buffy shouted.
"We were attacked," Faith answered. Indicating my still tied up wrists.
"Oh that's not good. Sit down and by who?"
"Whom Buffy," Giles said tiredly.
"By these guys in black robes," I said.
"And they were also working some serious mojo with the magic."
"Magic like me magic all wholesome and good or vainy me magic not so wholesome and good?" Willow asked.
"No it was with wands like those guys in that ally," I said.
"Really did they say where they were from?" Angel said.
"Or who they were sent from?" Spike inquired.
"Yeah one of them took me and started to run of with me, and he said 'The Minister is going to be so pleased when he finds out I captured not only the key but the sister to a slayer.' I don't know if that helps," I said.
"Yes it does help," Giles said and got up to get a catalogue.
"Uh Giles no offence but this is no time to order a new sofa," Lola voiced.
"No this is a brochure for The Ministry of Magic run by Cornelius Fudge. Who has now been sacked and in his place is Rufus Scrimgeour. The Ministry is like wizarding government."
"But what would wizards want with me and slayers?" I wondered.
"Well for a number of years now wizards have been scared of the Hellmouth they said something primal lived there something dangerous but that was just folk law. They still stay clear until you found those young men who worked for The Order"
"But I still don't understand what this has to so with me and the slayers!" I expressed.
"Well I think that this primal force that these folk laws talked about may just be the slayer."
"Oh, so you're saying you think they think slayers are evil?" Xander asked.
"I believe so. But there really isn't much we can do about it, I propose we stay alert and if there is another attack then we go over there and talk to them. If they do not listen and continue to attack war is inventible," Giles finished his speech with a grimace and took an extra large swig of tea.