Author's note: what is going to happen is not what Christine is thinking will.
"Hey, are you alright?" I heard a female voice say. It took a moment before I realized it was Buffy who was speaking.
"Yeah, I think so." I slowly sat up and opened my eyes. "What happened?"
"Everyone was blasted onto their butts by some big old magic whammy."
"Crazy." I said. Everyone slowly stood and collected themselves.
"Everyone seems normal." Giles said tentatively.
"That doesn't mean it is." Buffy said, then when to look outside. I assumed she figured some sort of ghoul, vampire, or perhaps demon was out there. When she was satisfied that nothing was there, she closed the door and faced us again.
Before she could speak, however, Angel burst in the door.
"Demons!" he shouted, "They're everywhere out there!"
Buffy went into immediate Slayer mode and rounded up weapons while at the same time barking orders at the rest of us.
"Guys, stay inside. I don't want those demons seeing you. If they do, they attack and neither Angel nor I will have time to protect you. Willow, maybe a protection spell could help?"
"I'm on it." Willow said and ran to grab her spell books. Xander handed my family and I several lethal looking weapons. My dad got a mini axe, my sisters each a scythe, my mother a baseball bat made into a makeshift stake of sorts, and I a sword.
Xander himself had a sword aswell, only it was much bigger than mine was.
Outside, I could see Buffy fighting a demon that looked to be at least 10 feet tall. It had heavy armour plating and huge horns that reminded me of Satan. I shivered and prayed one of those didn't get in. There was no way any of us could take one down. Also, I noticed, it didn't seem she could either. The demon was mopping the proverbial floor with her.
The demon had knocked her weapon out of hands, and dodged all of her attacks as though he knew they were coming. Currently, she'd been thrown right through her backyard tree.
Said tree crashed loudly to the ground, shaking the foundation of the Summers' home slightly.
"Buffy!" we all exclaimed at once. I glanced frantically at the window to see Angel fighting the monster, a menacing snarl on his face.
Where was Buffy?
A moment later, the demon was decapitated by a vicious swing of Angel's sword. A second later, two more demons came and attacked him. Then those two were followed by what seemed like hundreds more.
I clutched my sword tighter in my hand. "I sure as hell hope they don't get in here."
My sister nodded vigorously. "Indeed! We don't have superpowers like her and Angel do." She shook her head this time. "I still can't believe this is all real."
I had to agree. "Yeah, it is pretty crazy. But, here we are."
Just was I finished my sentence, my worst fear came true. A demon, even larger and more deadly looking than the one Angel had been fighting burst into the house by frying the door with fire.
The demon stomped into the house, growling loudly. As it did, its fangs and many other sharp teeth were exposed. It also extended what had to be Wolverine-length claws.
All of us made a move to run, but then the demon spoke, looking directly at me.
"Slayer." It growled and then charged after me.
"What? No, I'm not!" I shouted at it while running like hell out the backdoor in the kitchen.
As soon as we were outside, I immediately heard the other demons growl the same thing. They lost interest in Angel and everyone else and began to charge after me as the other one was doing.
"Oh, bugger!" I shouted, using a Spike phrase. Before I could take another step, the demon that had entered the house, grabbed me by my neck.
I struggled wildly, knowing that it might not do any good. But, darn it, I wanted to live! Not knowing what possessed me, I lifted my hand, which thankfully still had the sword in it and swung at the demon. The sword sliced through its shoulder and torso as though it was butter. It dropped to the ground, dead.
"Way to go, honey!" My dad said.
"Thanks!" I examined the sword, which now had green ooze-like demon blood on it. "Buffy has good swords."
"Yeah, I guess she'd have to." My sister said, crinkling her nose at the dead demon.
"How did you do that?" I started as I heard Angel's clearly shocked voice.
I held up the sword. "I used this. I simply swung for dear life hoping I could at least injure it and apparently my plan worked, only better since its dead."
"But those are armour-plated Louvre Demons!"
"They're French art gallery demons?" I asked, referring the famous gallery in Paris, France that is best known for housing the Mona Lisa, by Leonardo Da Vinci one of the world's most famous paintings.
Angel sighed, "No, it means that only someone who possesses supernatural strength can kill them."
We all fell silent, taking in the meaning of his words.
"I-I have supernatural…powers?" I said out loud. Even as I did, I still couldn't believe it.
"It seems that way." Angel answered.
After a moment, I noticed that it was silent. I couldn't hear roars, growls, any noises of the demon nature.
"Why is it so quiet? Where are all the demons that were here just a moment ago?"
Angel looked around him, as did everyone else. He then looked at me. "You must have killed their leader. When you do that, the rest of them disappear."
"Well, crisis averted." I said, feeling rather proud of myself for a moment.
"Yes, but now we have to figure out how you, an ordinary human, got that unnatural strength all of sudden."
We all agreed and then ventured back into the house.
"Where did the demons go?" Xander asked, repeated my earlier question.
"They disappeared after their leader was killed. They're Louvre demons. When one kills the leader, the rest cease exist aswell." Angel said, repeated himself. "Only…It wasn't me who killed him," he pointed at me, "she did."
Giles looked at Angel as though he'd grown two heads. "Christine killed the leader? How on Earth could she do that? She's an ordinary human!"
"That was pretty much my reaction." Angel said, sitting down on the couch. "Is Buffy alright?"
"Yes. She's upstairs in her room with Willow." Angel nodded and went to check on her.
After he did, Giles gave me the third degree about what happened, asking for every detail that I could possibly remember. Four hours and several books later, I had had enough.
"Giles," I said aggravated now, "if you ask me one more question, I swear I'll use that sword on you too!"
Giles started at my statement. I immediately felt bad. I shouldn't take my temper out on him. He was only trying to get some answers.
"I'm sorry," I told him, "I'm just getting tired and testy."
"It's alright," he smiled, "it's been a long night for all of us."
"But, did we get somewhere at least?" I asked hopefully.
"Well," Giles adjusted his glasses, "I think it's connected to your appearance here and the revealing of some of our future."
"Crap! I was so worried there would be payback. I'm sorry, Giles."
"It's alright. Let's just make sure we can sort out this odd occurrence and then not reveal anymore information about our future no matter how tempting it may be."
We all agreed wholeheartedly.
Just then, Willow descended down the stairs, looking worried. "Giles, Buffy told me something that I think you really need to know."
"Yes, go on." Giles prompted.
"She told me that as she fought the demon she got weaker and weaker until she lost consciousness."
"My god, the demon drained her energy?" he demanded.
Willow shook her head, looking sadder than ever. "No, it's more than that, Giles. It took her powers."
