School Harder

Title: Episode 1 – School Harder

Author: CeciliaRose

Editor/Co-Author: Dee

Summary: The children/spawn of the Scooby Gang and the children/spawn of the Angel Investigations Team go to school at a newly rebuilt Sunnydale High School

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story idea and the characters I made up so poo on you. I will be using things from episodes throughout the story. BTVS and ATS are property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, David Greenwalt, etc. just don't sue me, K?

Author's Note: So I'm resubmitting my stories…cuz I feel like it…enjoy!

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Dea was lost. And yet, she felt right at home.

Wandering through a place she didn't know and was very curious about.

A subterranean chamber, perhaps; or the hidden lair of some horrible beast – this dark, dank, forgotten place of dampness and decay. She moved on through the gloom, wary and eager, trying to figure out where she was, how to find her way out again. And yet one part of her wanted to stay, felt oddly comfortable here.

She turned a corner and was faced with a wall on which hung two identical mirrors. She approached the one on the left slowly and peered into it. Nothing. She had no reflection. She reached out and touched it, tracing the delicate, ancient design of the frame. She gasped as she moved on to look into the second mirror. Her face was contorted into a horrible shape, and when she had gasped she'd caught a glimpse of her elongated canines. She brought her trembling hand up to feel the ridges on her face. She looked just like a vampi-

Without warning a shadow rose up behind her. Foul and evil; a shadow as black as death itself, roaring through her head, through her veins, all around her. And with it, it brought voices. Whispers full of hate, cruelty, and worst of all, truth: "You belong here…one of us…can't hide…OURS!"

Deanna Williams' eyes flew open. Nightmare. Just a nightmare. Sure it was an eerily realistic nightmare, but just a nightmare all the same. She was relatively used to them by now, having had them for all of her life. Well, according to her memories, that is. But could she trust her memories anymore? It was hard to tell these days…

"Dea?"

"I'm awake, Mum."

"Hurry up! You don't want to be late do you?"

"No," Dea mumbled to herself as she got out of bed. "Wouldn't want that."

Buffy Williams smiled at her daughter's softly spoken words and the uncertainty in her young voice, remembering having said the same thing to her own mother on a similar morning. Those days all seemed so long ago now.

"Is Dea up?" Spike asked coming out of their room, buttoning his shirt.

"Huh?" Buffy turned to face her bleached husband.

"Dea. Is she awake?" Dawn reiterated her brother-in-law's question.

"Oh. Yeah, she should be ready in a second," Buffy answered and then went downstairs to make breakfast (put the milk next to the cereal).

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"JENNA!" Alexander Harris yelled up the stairs to his 16-year-old daughter. "Hurry up! You're going to be late!"

"I'll be down in a minute!" Jen yelled back down to her father who obviously didn't understand the importance of accessorizing. "Mom, will you please tell Dad to chill?" she asked as her mother walked past her room.

"Actually, your father's right. You do need to hurry up and get to school." Anya replied to her teenage daughter who was only half-way through curling her hair and applying her make-up.

"Fine! I'll finish in the car! But if I get my make-up all over my face and I'm ridiculed by my peers and scarred emotionally and socially for the rest of my life, you're paying for my therapy," Jen said as she gathered her things and made her way out the door to her father's car.

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"Eve? Are you ready?" Willow Rosenberg inquired, sticking her head into her daughter's room.

"Yeah, Mom, I'm ready," Evelyn replied as she put a clip in the side of her hair.

"Alright then, let's go enhance your brain in the wonderful world of learning," Willow said grabbing her car keys off the dresser.

"Whatever, Mom," Eve said giggling.

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"So you're basically trying to tell me that the Lakers are better than the 76ers? No way, man. I'm sorry, but you are seriously mistaken," Kelton Chase said to his best friend Connor as he pulled his car into the parking space in front of Sunnydale High School's parking lot.

"No, my friend," Connor replied as he got out of the car shaking his head. "You're the one who seems to be delirious. With their offensive line-up, the Lakers beat the '6ers, easy."

"Then why are they always losing to them?" Kel said, smirking.

Connor lifted his head from locking his car doors and was about to respond when he saw her. She was wearing dark blue jeans that tied up the side with light blue laces and a dark blue shirt that looked to be made of denim and had a somewhat deep collar that dipped enough to show some cleavage and still retain some classiness. Her hair was blond and went past her shoulders; it was pulled back some, but a couple of strands had come lose and were in her face. She was absolutely, indescribably beautiful.

"Con?" Kel asked, noticing the change in his demeanor and looked in the same direction and looked in the same direction, wondering what it was that had him so captivated. In doing so he found himself just as captivated, but by the blonde's redheaded friend.

She was also wearing dark blue jeans, but hers laced up on the side with light brown laces and only on her hips and a bit on the bottom of the legs. They tied in the front with laces of the same color. She was wearing a tan shirt that had romantic sleeves that ended at her elbows and tied in the front with laces that were the exact same shade of red as her hair. Her hair was a bit longer that her companion's and styled a bit simpler, curled a bit at the end.

"Wow," Kel breathed, taken by her simple beauty.

"Yeah," Connor agreed simply, as the spell over both of them was broken as the girls entered the school building. "So…what do you say we-"

"Follow the hot chicks inside, pretend we're lost, and ask them to help us?" Kel cut him off with a smirk.

"Well, I was just gonna say something along the lines of 'seize the moment,' but yeah, that works too," Connor smiled as they walked toward the building.

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"This is it?" Julianna Aurelius asked her brother, unimpressed as they pulled up to the school in his black Mercedes Benz.

"Well, what were you expecting? A screaming pit of death?" Deacon Aurelius answered, sounding annoyed.

"They way Mother described it: yes," Juli shot back.

"Yes, well, Mother uses the words 'breath-taking' and 'innovatory' to describe a torture chamber, so…" Deacon said, unconsciously cringing at the thought of that…woman.

Julianna simply glared at her brother and slammed the car door. She hated when he spoke ill of their mother. It wasn't her fault she was – hello! Her train of thought cut off abruptly when she saw him. He was handsome in a slightly dark way, with short dark brown hair. He was dressed just like any other teenaged boy would be, but there was something about him that attracted her – something familiar.

Deacon immediately noticed the subtle difference in his sister's mood and followed her train of sight. Great, he thought. Julianna's already distracted! Just what we need…He didn't care if she had her fun, as long as it didn't get in the way off what they were here to do.

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