The Next Generation
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I knew I was an idiot for following someone I just met to god knows where, but I needed information. If I didn't, then there would always be this annoying little nagging thought in my head, constantly reminding me about that night.
Making a left on Wisconsin Street, I decided now was as good a time as any to start getting to know Buffy some more.
"So, where are you from?" That was the only normal question I could think of.
"Sunnydale." You could tell there was a lot of memories for her in Sunnydale, just by the way her facial expression changed.
"Sunnydale…" I repeated, " Isn't that the town that literally collapsed into a giant hole?"
She gave a little half smile, "Yeah, It is."
"Something tells me you know how that happened."
Buffy glanced at me, as we continued walking down the street. "Yeah, I know exactly what happened, but like me and Spike both said; you'll know everything soon. I just need to get you to our hotel."
"Oh, so should I stop asking questions 'till we get there then?"
"No, ask what you want, but some questions take too long to explain and are private, and that 's why we need to get to the hotel."
"What hotel are you staying at?" I asked.
"The Jet."
"Oh, I know where that is. There's a faster way to get there then the way we've been taking, want me to start leading now?" I asked with a smile, because Buffy did look a little lost.
"Yes please." We both laughed a little.
Turning abruptly in the street, I led her to The Jet.
Later, we all sat awkwardly in Buffy and Spike's hotel room. They sat on one side of the room, and I sat on the other. I was staring at them, Buffy was staring at me, and Spike was just staring straight ahead, looking as cool as a cucumber. God he is hot.
"Okay, so are you going to tell me what's going on now?" I asked slowly.
"What do you want to know?" Spike asked as a reply.
"Just what you said you would tell me, everything. Start from the beginning."
"Okay, but this may take a while, you might want to call your mom and tell her you're at a friends house or something." Buffy said, letting out a breath.
"Okay." I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed my mom's number. "Hey mom, I'm at Jenna's house I'll be home around dinner. Is that okay?"
"Sure, I have some errands to run anyways." My mom answered in her busy voice.
"'Kay, thanks. Talk to you later." I flipped my cell phone closed and slid it back into my pocket.
"Okay…so the beginning?"
"Yeah." I answered.
"It's a long story, so get comfortable." Buffy gave me sort of a challenging look. You could tell she didn't expect me to believer any of this, I didn't expect myself to believe any of this.
I shifted in my seat. "I'm comfortable."
"Alright, Spike I'll start, you gonna be ready to help me out soon?" Buffy asked turning to Spike.
"Yes, just tell me when."
"Okay." Buffy said for like the millionth time. "Into each generation, a slayer is born, she alone will stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness. She is the slayer." Buffy recited. "She is me. I'm the slayer. There's only supposed to be one, another slayer won't be born unless the first slayer dies first. Well, I've died. Twice. The first time I drowned, and even though I was only dead for a few minutes, another slayer was called, Kendra. She died too, and since she died, yet another slayer was chosen, her name is Faith."
"Wait, I interrupted, how did you die? How did Kendra die, and this Faith did she die too? How many other freaking slayers are there?" I asked. This was totally crazy, how could this be real?
"Actually, there are thousands now, you're a bloody slayer" Spike cut in.
"I'm bloody? What?"
"That's just how Spike talks, he's British." Buffy said smiling at Spike.
"I'm a slayer, how is that possible?" I asked looking back and forth between the two.
"Well, about two years ago, we had an apocalypse, and it was so bad, that I couldn't handle it alone. The watchers council, started training and shipping off all the potential slayers to us. Willow, my friend, she's a witch; she did a spell using the essence of a sythe, that would turn all the potential slayers into slayers. That's how you're a slayer, you used to be a potential." Buffy finished and turned to Spike.
"This was all in Sunnydale." Spike started. "Sunnydale High, was located right on top of the Hell mouth, the Hell mouth, obvious enough is the mouth of hell, Well we opened it, and went inside to fight The First, the Turok Hans, and The Bringers. We saved the world." Spike stopped talking then, and Buffy started again.
"Spike actually did most of the work, he died saving the world, saving all of us, and that's how Sunnydale collapsed." Buffy and Spike both looked pained. "Spike died and saved the world that day, because he wore an amulet, that amulet was meant to be worn by a champion, and Spike was the champion, because of the amulet, Spike was brought back. That's how he's alive again."
"Well, as alive as I could be, I'm a vampire." Spike added.
When Buffy saw the look of terror pass over my face, she quickly added, "Oh, but he's a good vampire. He has a soul."
"A vampire with a soul." I repeated.
"Look I know none of this makes sense to you right now, but don't worry soon enough it will all become clear. We had Willow, the witch do a spell to find out if I were to die, who the next slayer in line is, and that Anne, is you." Buffy just kept talking, it was more then I can take.
"Oh, I see." I said, not really seeing. "But I don't understand, you're not dead and like Spike said, there are apparently thousands of other slayers out there, so why do you need me?"
" We've been through a lot of apocalypses, saying apocalypse, kind of loses its feeling after awhile, because we've been through so many, and hey we always won and the world never ended, but sorry, I got off track that's not the point. The point is this is by far the worst one yet. Worse then The First, worse then Glory, and worse then when Willow tried to destroy the world." Buffy rambled.
"Wait, Willow's the witch right?" Buffy and Spike nodded, "and your friend?" they nodded again. "Then what do you mean she tried to destroy the world."
"It's a long story, Willow doesn't really like sharing it with people, but maybe one day she'll tell you about it. All you need to know is that Willow is good, she would never hurt anyone, unless they were evil." Buffy answered.
"Wow." I said to my knees.
"Wow, is right." Spike said in his British accent.
"Now back to the pending apocalypse, and why we need you," Buffy started. "There's some kind of evil warlock, and we don't know exactly what his plan is yet, but he's made it perfectly clear to us that he wants to end the world. And yes, we do have thousands of other slayers out there, but you are the strongest next to me and Faith." Buffy said, finally starting to answer some of my questions. "Now, you don't have to do this, you are a lot younger then everyone else, but it would help a lot, to save the world."
"But, coming to fight means risking your life and-"
"I'll do it, I'll fight." I said interrupting Spike.
"Are you sure?" Spike asked, both of them looking at me intently.
"I'm sure, but what are we going to tell my mom?" I asked
"What would she believe?" Buffy asked
"I could tell her I'm doing some sort of summer program, like free day camp."
"That works, just make it convincing."
"Trust me, I'm good at making up storied." I smiled
"Okay then, your training starts tonight at the graveyard, Spike being a vampire can't come out till the sun goes down."
"Okay, I'll see you then." I said goodbye to them and left the room.
I don't know why I just agreed to fight in an apocalypse, why I trusted these two strangers at all, but when they were telling me about all this, I got this strange feeling, like I was meant to be fighting. My gut is saying yes, but my head is saying no. Sometimes though, your instinct is smarter then anything else, and I decided to trust my instinct.