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Chapter 11
The bus ride to the school was quiet. Principal Wood had shown up that morning at the house with the vehicle, figuring it was the best way to get a large group of people around. Andrew jumped out first, running and hugging all the people he considered his friends, asking how they were, telling them about all the great footage he had shot of the school and the few fights they had with some people still hanging around the town.
After the far too excited young man made his rounds, and was introduced to Clark and Chloe, Wood talked with Buffy, making sure his position during the fight. Clark took the truck with Spike in the back, covered with several blankets.
Arriving at the school, everyone filed into the main hallway, awaiting orders. The potentials split away, following Spike and Clark to the basement. Willow and Chloe went to the office to set up, and the others all went to their positions. Clark noticed Kennedy and Angel share a sly grin, not sure if he liked what that could mean.
Angel walked past Clark and Spike heading to his position, but not before turning and giving a smarmy smirk. "Bye Willy. See ya."
Clark watched him leave, then looked at Spike. The vampire looked like he could have chewed through steel right then. "What was that about, Spike?"
"Nothin'. He's a dick."
Clark shrugged and stood at the door, waiting until all the potentials had followed Spike in before he entered, seeing the seal buried partway in the floor. Buffy and Faith entered last as Buffy pulled a knife from a sheath on her belt. "Ok, we ready to do this?"
Some nods and a few quiet yes's answered the oldest slayer. She cut her palm and handed the blade to Faith who did the same, and so on, and so on. The knife came to Clark and he cocked an eyebrow at all of them before passing it on, not even attempting to cut his finger.
The seal responded to the drops of blood, opening wide. Spike led them down as Clark once again waited to make sure they made it safely. As he stepped down the rocky slopes, steps crudely cut into the stone, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. The sight of it, the smells, the heat… all of it was sickening to say the least. Clark didn't feel right about it at all.
Stepping up close to the Slayers and Spike at the edge, he looked down into a horrifying sight. Thousands upon thousands of these super vampires, Turok Han Giles had called them if he remembered correctly. He saw Potentials grabbing their weapons tighter, and could only hope that Chloe and Willow were going to be able to do the job.
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Willow set the stones and candles around the scythe and herself, as Chloe crouched across from her. "You ready Willow?" she asked softly.
Willow only nodded, sitting with legs crossed. Chloe stepped back as Willow started the chant, sliding the knife out of her sleeve slowly. They had told her that if this went wrong, she might have to stop her. In the situation they were in today, there was only one sure fire way to stop her. Chloe didn't want to, but she understood what might have to be done.
Willow continued the chant… suddenly, bright light shot out of her eyes, penetrating Chloe. The light branched off, traveling through the floor and the walls, seeking its targets…
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Down in the Hellmouth, Clark was turning to ask Buffy something when he noticed a white stream of light shooting straight through the rock, right into one of the girls, then on into another, and another, until all of them were touched. He tapped the Slayer on the shoulder. "Uh, Buffy?"
Buffy turned and saw what was happening, gasping. "I guess Willow got the spell done."
"Buffy!" Spike and Faith said together, snapping the other two away from what they were seeing. The Uber-vamps had noticed what was going on and were running towards the cliff face where the heroes stood. Clark leaned over, snapping his heat vision at them one by one. It took longer than they had suspected for him to be able to dust one of these monsters, so he wasn't able to get nearly as many as he had hoped.
The vamps jumped the last distance, landing amidst all the girls. Grabbing at them, preparing to destroy them all, the uber-vamps were in for a surprise.
The spell had worked. These were no longer just potentials. They were Slayers.
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Chloe stood up, feeling the rush of energy going through her entire body. She looked up, seeing Willow fall back to the floor. "Willow! Are you ok?"
She walked over, helping her up. Willow brushed her hands off, feeling more powerful than she ever had. "I'm fine. But, we never thought about how to get the scythe back to Buffy."
Chloe hefted the weapon, feeling the power arc through her now. "Oh wow!"
Chloe stretched her hand out. "Go down there, help them fight."
"But, I'm supposed to stay here and help you, make sure you're not in trouble."
The noise had attracted several Bringers who smashed their way in the door. Willow lifted her arm again, and with a simple word all the Bringers were slammed back through the wall, unconscious across the hall. "I think I can handle myself right now. This is completely different than we expected."
Chloe hugged her friend quickly, then ran out the door. Willow sat back on the desk, waiting to see who else would come after her. "This is nifty."
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Chloe ran down into the Hellmouth, seeing the other girls fighting the ugliest creatures she had ever laid eyes on. She slashed at the first one coming towards her, kicking it against the wall and then slamming the blade of the scythe through its neck. She watched it disintegrate in front of her, and smiled slightly. "I could get used to this!"
Running through the fighting bodies, she reached Buffy, thrusting the scythe into her hand and taking her sword. "Willow sent this!"
"Is she ok?"
Chloe smirked. "Oh yeah, definitely!"
Both women went back into the fight, taking out as many as they could reach.
Clark was trying to burn the monsters away, but once he was further back in the fight, it was too difficult to make sure he didn't hit one of the girls. He resorted to punches and kicks, sometimes getting lucky and knocking their heads completely off. Most of them he was tossing back over the edge, hoping to buy some more time for the others to handle the ones they were already swamped with.
He looked up at one point and noticed Chloe. She was dispatching another vamp, swinging the sword neatly through the air to take its head off. He felt a sense of pride hit him, but that was dangerous right at this point. He felt something slash at his stomach. Looking down, his shirt was torn and there were claw marks in his skin, his blood flowing slightly. "So these things can hurt me too…"
He grabbed the vamp by the throat and punched it in the forehead, snapping it off cleanly. He was brushing dust off his hand when another swiped at his face. He had blood flowing down into his eyes, and his nose felt on fire.
"That's it!" He stared the uber-vamp directly in its beady eyes. Clark's glowed a shade of red. "No more mister nice guy."
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Upstairs, the others were fighting off the legions of Bringers that were coming at them. Xander and Dawn were holding their own, relying on a crossbow system. Dawn reloads and Xander fires.
Giles and Wood were overrun, things getting worse when Wood was cut in his abdomen. Giles let out a loud yell and charged the demons, stabbing his sword into as many as he could reach.
Andrew was doing his best, and he had managed to take out a few of them. Angel was picking up most of the slack, and had just killed the last Bringer to come down their hall. Andrew stood up shakily, trying to catch his breath. "Was that it? Is it over?"
Angel shook his head. "No, just that wave. But good news Andrew." He turned to look at the boy. Andrew looked up expectantly, only to see Angel's twisted grin as he gripped the sides of his head. "It's over for you." Angel twisted his head suddenly, hearing the wet snap. Andrew's body fell to the floor.
Straightening his coat, he headed towards the basement door. "Now for the fun part."
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Kennedy was holding her own, snapping her blade in and out of as many as she could reach, relishing seeing the pained looks on the creature's faces. As she drove a stake into a vamp's chest, she noticed Angel looking at her from the stairway as the dust dispersed. He gave her a simple nod, which she returned. She started towards the exit, then noticed one girl in particular she hated almost as much as Buffy.
Chloe kicked a vamp over the edge and stood back up, trying to get her bearings. A hand on her shoulder twisted her around, and she was face to face with Kennedy. Kennedy reared back and punched Chloe directly in the nose, making her knees buckle in pain. "See you in hell, bitch! Say hey to Buffy for me." Putting her foot against the blonde slayer's face, she pushed off, sending the girl tumbling over the edge. She stood, walking back over to the exit. "Sorry, had to take care of a loose end."
Angel smiled back at her. "I know the feeling. I wanna see how this one gets tied up myself." She followed his gaze over to Spike, fighting hard against the oncoming forces.
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Clark could swear he had heard a scream that sounded familiar. Zooming around the cliff face, he searched for Chloe. "Chloe?"
"Clark!"
He ran to the edge and peered over, finally seeing her hanging onto a tiny ledge. "Chloe! I'm coming!"
Before he could move, an uber-vamp had grabbed her shoulder and tossed her off the cliff, down towards the cavern floor.
"CHLOE! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
End Chapter 11