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Summary: "I can Feel them Buffy. All over. Slayers are Awakening everywhere." Set after "Chosen" in Season Seven. What happened to the Awakened Potentials.
Realized Potential
Chapter One: Awakened.
"I say we change the rule. I say we let MY power, become OUR power. Willow will use the essence of the Scythe to change our destinies. From now on, every girl who might be a Slayer, will be a Slayer. Every girl who might have the power, will have the power. All who can stand up, will stand up. Slayers. All of us. Make your choice. Are you ready to be strong?
Demetra Raven stepped up to the bat, just a few shades short of terrified.
Every time she had been everyone's last choice. The last to bat, the first to screw up. Now it was the last inning of the baseball game, they were one point behind, and she was sure that she would be the one to lose the game, or at best tie it.
She stood at the base, then was suddenly overcome by a dizzy spell, and could swear she heard a voice inside her head. It was a woman's voice, speaking not only to her, but to thousands of others. Demetra felt a great surge of strength and confidence as a radiant smile replaced the uncertain expression on her face.
She was more than the scared, klutzy girl that everyone thought she was! Every sense was heightened, she was capable of winning, and she would do so! Demetra swung the bat, and then she was running, faster than she ever had in her life. Then the next thing she knew, blood was singing through her veins in a ringing melody of joy and victory as she was engulfed in a shrieking tangle of bodies. They had Won!
She should have known that it was all too good to last.
The sun had slipped behind some low-lying clouds and night had started to fall. Demetra was floating on her own personal cloud when gravity remembered to exist in the form of a fanged monstrosity straight out of a nightmare.
Everyone was running, screaming, but Demetra paused. Somehow she knew, this was what she had been born to be.
Combat moves that she had never even heard of flowed through her mind. This was what her life would be, a Protector, a warrior against the darkness.
Demetra dodged the first punch, blocked the second, then hit the nightmare as hard as possible with the third. The fight continued in this way until Demetra spotted a wooden baseball bat, discarded in the panic.
She knocked the monster back, and grabbed it, breaking it in half over her knee and ramming the splintered end into the monster's chest and straight into it's heart. Somehow, it promptly collapsed into dust.
Demetra dropped the now ruined bat and turned to look at the people who hadn't run away. They looked back at her, their faces a mix of awe, surprise and terror.
Demetra cast her eyes around frantically, desperately searching for a familiar or friendly face amid the expressions of fear and mistrust. Finding none, she turned and ran before she could burst into tears. She wasn't even in high school and she was already labelled as a freak for the rest of her life.
She ran and ran and ran, until she had reached the little glade in the forest near her house. Then she sat underneath a tree, and let the tears come. How much time passed, Demetra had no idea, until she heard the sound of people approaching.
It turned out to be two men; a middle-aged man with a British accent and one with an eye patch in his mid-twenties, and three woman, a blonde, a brunette and a red-head, all roughly the same age as the younger man.
Demetra watched them with a wary eye as they approached, the blonde woman leaning down to offer a hand up, introducing herself as 'Buffy' and sounding disturbingly like the voice she remembered in her head.
Demetra accepted the hand, scrambling to her feet and dusting herself off. She stared around at the newcomers. "I don't mean to be rude, but who are you, why are you here, and how did you find me? I thought I was the only one who came here."
The red-head answered her first question. "I'm Willow, the brunette is Kennedy, Buffy already introduced herself, the older guy is Giles and the one with the eye patch is Xander."
Xander grinned. "And we found you because a witch cast a few spells to make a magic little birdie whisper in our ears."
Buffy frowned at him. "Xander." She turned back to Demetra. "Actually, those questions are something we should talk about, and I'm sure you want an explanation about what happened at the ball game, but it should probably wait until we're not in the middle of the woods, especially since it isafter dark. Shall we go?"
Giles chose this moment to join the conversation. "Oh, yes, Kennedy, tell the other's please, we'll meet you at the van. Demetra, was it," he waited for her nod, "can you take us back to your house? I suppose your family should hear the story as well."
Demetra nodded, still in a state of mild shock as Buffy lead the way out of the woods. Trusting them instinctively, if only because they knew about what had happened at the game and seemed to understand and almost sympathise with it, Demetra gave directions to her house. She was emotionally drained and just wanted to know what was going on. If they could explain, that would be great. If they were trying to kidnap her, then her new skills from the game could probably give her enough time to run.
Demetra closed her eyes and leaned against Buffy's shoulder, closing her eyes for an exhausted nap on the way home.
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Author's Note - OK, this is my first venture into the realm of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If you like it or want to point out any mistakes or room for improvement, reviews are very much appreciated. I am not sure if the UberVamps from season 7 could survive in the sun, and that season is at my dad's house in America so it will be a few months before I can check. Try to bear with me please.
Thanks to any potential (no pun) readers,
Nathalia.