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: pinkyblue-ice: thanx for the review! Um, try copying and pasting the link into your browser window, and then you have to delete all of the spaces (cuz doesn't let me put links in my text) and try it w/o the (http/), like just start with i56. so on and etc.

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"I'm just saying: There is absolutely no reason for anyone to be unfashionable. Ever," Jenna said as she emerged from the girls' locker room, her two "Jennettes," Deborah and Emily following closely behind and hanging on to her every word. The three girls were "actively protesting" the school's gym class dress code: instead of the distributed bulky maroon shorts and over-long, scratchy off-white shirt with "RAZORBACKS" ironed on the front diagonally, they were wearing small maroon cheerleading shorts and small athletic tees with "RAZOR SHARP" printed across their breasts. They were even distributing the self-designed uniforms (ordered in bulk by Emily's rich Daddy) to girls that they deemed fit to wear them.

"At least we look cute," Emily spoke up hopefully.

"I just hope we don't get all sweaty," Deb interjected.

"Ewwww!" all three girls cried in unison after thinking about the connotations of that statement for a minute. With that they all hurried off to sit on the bleachers to gossip and flirt with the football players in their class for the rest of the period.

"What an interesting outlook on exercise they have," Rose started conversationally as she came to stand next to Eve who was shaking her head at the three girls' silliness. Eve was wearing the school issue gym uniform, while Rose was deemed worthy and given the "newer, improved" version to wear. "I'm Rose, by the way," she said extending her hand in greeting.

"I'm Evelyn. Eve," she responded shaking her had, but staying on guard. Dea had said she was suspicious of this girl, and Dea's suspicions were usually justified.

"You know, I feel kind of weird," Rose said, her strange eyes boring into Eve's, "new girl, and all."

"Well," Eve said, not able to tear her eyes away, "we're all technically new. Seeing as how the school was just built and all…"

"But you all grew up together, though, right? I mean, you've know each other your whole lives?"

"Well, supposedly," and she knew she should stop right there, but she couldn't. Something about those eyes – they were pulling her in, making her feel safe, encouraging her to spill it all. "But it isn't as if we've truly been alive all that long. Our memories -" she stopped suddenly, shaking her head, trying to clear the sudden fog there. What? What just happened?

"I'm sorry, what was I just saying?" she asked, confused as she looked back to Rose. And then it hit her – what she'd just revealed, and she noticed that Rose's eyes had an eerie light to them now, and that she seemed almost excited. Oh, God! She is a demon!

"Will you excuse me for a minute," she said backing away from her slowly, and trying to find a way to get out of the conversation without letting on that she knew something was off. "I have to…go…somewhere. Bye!" And with that she hurried out of the gym in search of Dea.

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Damn it! Rose thought, disappointed, as she watched Eve depart. Well, at least now I know it's them. But I need to get closer; somehow… she let her eyes scan the gym, trying to relocate the brunette and her two little friends. But she (like every other teenaged super human in this 'hormones on parade' story…) got distracted by the sight of an attractive member of the opposite sex. He was…exquisite, to say the least. He had short, dark hair, and his eyes were so dark that from this distance, they looked to be black. He was dressed especially stunningly; wearing only black basketball shorts and a wife beater, but, oh, did they fit him marvelously. He must've felt her gaze on him because he turned and looked into her eyes, and immediately started making his way over to her. He moved with slow, deliberate steps that belied a natural grace.

"Deacon," he said as he came to stand directly in front of her. He didn't truly know what was happening, but the second he'd locked eyes with her, a strong and commanding voice and spoken to him. "Go to her," it'd said, and growing up the way he (supposedly) had, he knew better than to ignore random voices in his head.

"Rose," she said, extending her hand. Was it just her imagination or did her voice crack and her hand shake slightly? She was startled to find his hand cold as the school's AC was down and every room in the building was hot. She looked up and was about to question this when she caught sight of a basketball flying at his head in her peripheral vision. She tackled him to the ground to prevent him from getting hit.

He seemed completely unfazed as he commented on her quick reflexes and she blushed. Wait – she blushed? No way. She never blushed. But there was a slight tint to her cheeks…

"Sorry about that!" the guy from her Algebra class (Ken?) exclaimed as he rushed over to them. He grabbed her hand, and almost too forcefully, pulled her off of Deacon. "Must've gotten away from me. Are you okay?" he asked, concern absolutely pouring from his deep blue eyes.

"I think you should be asking Deacon that," Rose replied, extracting her hand and looking to her new acquaintance.

"I'm fine, thanks to you," he said grinning at her.

"Well, sorry bout that, man. The name's Kelton," Kel said thrusting his hand at Deacon and putting some space between this new guy and Rose.

"Deacon," he replied simply, not missing Kel's forceful manner, the way he was squeezing his hand just hard enough to be uncomfortable, or the way he had looked at Rose earlier. He seriously doubted whether that ball had come at his head accidentally.

And it hadn't. Kel had been watching Rose from across the room and trying to think of something to say to her when he'd noticed Deacon approaching her. He'd taken it upon himself to break that up.

Rose was genuinely amused by the way these two were acting. It reminded her of the old times, when noblemen and princes alike would come from the world around in hopes of impressing her enough that she would take them as a husband, or if they were lucky, a lover.

"So Deacon," Kel started but was cut off by the bell.

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AFTER SCHOOL IN (surprise, surprise!) THE LIBRARY:

"So you say she was excited when you revealed that your life hasn't been very long?" Giles was questioning Evelyn, as she had relayed the incident in the gym to him and Dea.

"You revealed what!" Jenna exclaimed as she entered the library. "Please do not tell me that Little Miss Wicca, Jr. is already running her mouth about our 'mysterious' origins."

"I didn't mean to!" Eve cried in her own defense. "I swear I didn't. You were right about those eyes of hers Dea," she said turning to her nice best friend, "they draw you in and make you wanna just tell your life story."

"It's okay, Eve. We understand. No one is blaming you," she said, turning to glare pointedly at her other best friend.

"What? Okay, okay. I'm sorry, Eve, it's not your fault," she said in a sing-song voice. "But I mean," she continued, taking a Twinkie out of her Louis Vuitton purse, "if this chick is a big bad, then you've just hander her, or it, the info it was looking for on a silver platter."

"Speaking of your parents: I think you should all go report this information to them respectively. There's not much more we can do about the situation right now, so go home," Giles commanded, disappearing into the stacks to research demons with purple eyes.

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