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Author's Note: Guess who's back…back again…S.D's back…tell a friend. I'm sorry I've just been listening to that song and I can't help but write it down. It feels so good to be writing stories again. I actually wrote this before my SATs but I didn't have time to post it. Now would you believe they aren't over yet? I have a three-week break before they make me sit down on a computer for an hour and make me do a test for Computer Technology. I think I am going to scream. Oh well, thanks for the reviews btw. Enjoy!

Sue screamed. A man sat slumped in the corner. He was young, around 17 and wearing a uniform similar to that of a typical fast food restaurant. His badge read 'My name is Jerome'. But that wasn't why Sue was screaming. He was dead. His skin was a deathly white and his eyes seemed to be glazed over as he stared into space. His head lolled to one side and on his neck lay two holes. Sue tore down one of the curtains and threw it over the man's leg, which was burning furiously.

Reed, Ben and Johnny burst into the room.

"What's wrong?" Reed asked, slightly out of breath from running. Sue pointed to the corpse. The three men stared in shock.

"Yeah, I'm sure he wouldn't eat us," Ben said sarcastically, glaring at Johnny.

"Okay maybe I got the wrong cemetery," Johnny said with a sheepish grin.

"We should get outta here before this guy comes back," Ben said, ignoring his friend. Reed nodded and put an arm around Sue. The four quickly hurried out of the mansion and to Johnny's car.

A figure stepped out the shadows, quite different from the first who had encountered faith. He grinned and pulled out a mobile phone.

"Hello?" The man who had met Faith answered the phone.

"You were right."

"Of course. Did you do as I instructed?"

"Yes. But what now?"

"We wait."

(A/N: In case anyone is wondering the guy who met Faith is the first to talk. He says 'Hello?')

A FEW HOURS LATER AT A SHADY MOTEL

A knock on the door woke Faith from her slumber. She sat up and stretched. The person knocked again.

"Yeah, alright, alright I'm coming. Jeez." Faith stood up and walked over to the door. She glanced through the spy hole and was both pleased and peeved to see it was Buffy. She opened the door and glanced at the blonde.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Can I come in?" Buffy asked. Her voice was frosty; she really didn't want to be here right now and knew it was a mistake coming. Faith looked her up and down, after a second she moved out the way and let Buffy pass. Buffy walked in quickly and stood in the centre of the room, Faith stood by the door with her arms crossed.

"So, what do you want?" Faith asked.

"I was just wondering if you were up to a girls' night in tomorrow," Faith did a double take.

"What?" she asked dumbly.

"I said I am inviting you to a slumber party," Buffy was growing impatient. Faith had no idea what to say. Slumber Parties had never really been her thing, mainly because no one had ever invited her to one before. From what she had heard and seen in movies Slumber Parties were usually very girly: makeovers, movies, music etc.

"Sure," Faith said after debating the idea in her head. Buffy's face actually lit up for a split second before returning to its sullen expression.

"Great. Come to mine at 6, we're gonna head down to the bronze for a little bit then come back to mine," Buffy said before promptly leaving Faith alone to reflect on he fact that she had just agreed to a night of total hell.

Faith sighed. Well at least she didn't come and yell at me. Faith had been more than worried about what trouble Angel might be in but she was sure Buffy wouldn't be making social calls if her boyfriend was in danger. Faith pondered going after Buffy and telling about her encounter. Nah.

Buffy stopped once she was a block away from the motel and exhaled loudly. Somehow she had managed to let her mother agree to the party but she still couldn't figure out why she had invited Faith. Faith would definitely not enjoy herself but Buffy had a feeling that it would be wise to have the Confident Slayer with her. She started walking again, suddenly feeling positive again. She walked with a spring in her step, oblivious to the character walking behind her. The person pulled out a mobile phone and dialled a short, simple number.

"We've had an unexpected development,"

"Oh really?" the voice on the other side of the line didn't seem to sound bothered.

"We're going to have to deal with TWO slayers," The person was greeted with silence. After a few seconds the other person spoke up.

"What?"

"The other slayer is going to be there,"

"Shit."

THE NEXT EVENING

"Oh come on, you look fantastic,"

"Yeah. Now we could actually look like twins,"

"Oh how fun,"

"Come on Faith. Cordy's right. If you don't believe us we could ask Johnny. He's very honest."

"Yeah but I look like a…well I don't know what I look like but it's something real bad." Faith protested loudly as Cordelia applied lip-gloss to the slayer's lips. Faith sat on a stool in Buffy's room. Around her stood Buffy, Willow, Cordelia and Amy. All of them were holding makeover essentials.

"Look, keep your eyes shut. We're almost done," Cordelia said as she grabbed Faith's head firmly and swept a darkish blue eye shadow over Faith's eyelids.

"I know this is gonna look wrong," Faith moaned.

"I beg to differ," Amy piped up. "Hey! Where's the mascara? Will have you got it?"

"Uh," Willow sifted through the make up bag and produced a shiny black tube.

"Oh, extra volume," Willow said happily as she handed the mascara to Amy.

"Extra? I don't look good with big eyelashes. Trust me guys, I've experimented."

"Sssh! We are trying to make you look good. Don't move because one false move will mean your eyes will be poked out with a mascara wand." Cordelia said threateningly. Faith scowled but opened her eyes and kept still as Amy brushed the wand over her eyelashes.

"I think we should give her lipstick instead," Buffy said thoughtfully. "Not too light. Kinda dark, like she usually wears,"

"Sounds good to me. Faith where is your lipstick?" Cordelia asked. Faith pointed to a rucksack in the corner. Buffy went over and rooted around the smallish bag. Her hand eventually came into contact with a cold, hard tube. She handed the tube to Cordelia who quickly put it on.

"There, all finished." Cordelia announced.

"Thank god!" Faith stood up and walked over to Buffy's full-length mirror. She was surprised with what greeted her.

"See, you look great!"

"We look like sisters," Cordelia said happily.

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Faith asked mockingly.

"Oh ha ha. C'mon, let's present you to the rest of the world," Cordelia grabbed Faith's arm and Buffy took the other. They slowly dragged a reluctant Faith down the stairs and into the living room. Willow and Amy followed.

Johnny lay slouched out over the couch. Ben sat beside him. The two friends sat in total silence as they watched Football. Their eyes were glued to the screen; it took Buffy several tries to get their attention. She cleared her throat for the fifth time. Johnny glanced at the girls impatiently.

"Do you guys mind. We're tryna watch TV," Johnny said with annoyance.

"Actually we do. Just tell us what you think of Faith's new look," Buffy instructed.

"No,"

"Please. One quick look and tell us the first word that comes into your head," Willow begged. Johnny sighed and glanced at Faith who stood in the middle of the group.

"Nice," he said dryly and went back to the television.

"Is that it?' Cordelia demanded. "Just nice? I put my life and soul into this makeover! You didn't even look at her properly. You're not gonna miss anything. There is a thing called replay you know." Johnny sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Fine!" he huffed and turned to face the girls. His eyes widened as he noticed Faith.

"Whoa! Talk about a transformation. You look like a slut," Johnny said nodding his head.

"Is that supposed to be a good or a bad thing?" Amy asked nervously.

"Good," Johnny confirmed, he gave them a thumbs up sign and flashed them a heart-melting smile. Buffy looked around awkwardly as Amy, Cordelia and Willow sighed simultaneously. She looked at Johnny who shrugged innocently and smirked before going back to his game.

Three figures stood outside the Summers' residence, unnoticed by the world. Their deep green cloaks managed to help them blend in effortlessly with their dark surroundings.

"Do we attack?" The smallest one asked.

"Patience. We must wait till the time is right." The eldest and obviously the leader hissed.

"Well I say it is. The longer we wait the bigger the chance we will be seen." The third whispered determinedly

"Humans differ from us, the longer we wait the more tired they shall get and I think we all know what a tired slayer means." The leader said

"More anger? I heard that Human adolescences are very protective over sleep, we don't want their anger to give them more fuel." The smallest one whispered worriedly.

"Now who ever told you that?" The leader demanded.

"The television," the youth replied meekly.

"Do not listen. The master says we must wait so wait we must."