A/N: Okay everyone, here's chapter 7. The Boston Detective are about to get a rough course on Slayer 101. Thank you everyone who's reviewed, favorited, and alerted this story. It's truely appreciated. Hope you all will enjoy this chapter.

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Chapter 7

Jane finally recovers from staring at the spot the vampire once was, and turns her gun back to Faith. "Drop the stick or I swear I'll shoot." Her raspy voice is strained and slightly shaky, but it seem to snap the other two detectives out of their zombied gaze. She glances at Dawn, who still has a crossbow in her hands. "You too kid. Drop your weapon."

Dawn looks over at the Slayer, with a 'It's your call' look on her face.

Faith rolls her eyes and drops her stake, putting her hands in the air. Nice one, Watcher. "Do what she says, D. Your sister will kill me if you get shot and the Rizzoli chick seems to be trigger happy at the moment. Just itchin' to pop one off."

Faith's finishing grin seems to set Jane off. "Shut up."

Maura finially snapping out of it, she gently places a hand on Jane's shoulder, making sure to not startle her. "Jane."

"If you arrest us, we can't explain what the hell is goin' on." Faith walks closer to Jane and Maura, more in the line of Jane's gun. "Besides, I doubt you can get me with a murder charge with no body."

"Jane." Maura repeats. "We need to know what's going on. She's unarmed and she's right, there's no body." Oh my gosh. She breath starts to shorten and her body weakens as she whispers. "There's no body." Jane immediately wraps her left arm around her best friend to keep her steady, while her gun still pointed at Faith.

Dawn, who still hasn't dropped her weapon yet, turns around to Frankie. She raises her hands as she notices his hands tighten around his gun. "Relax. Frankie, we all need to get back to our place for us to explain what the hell just happend. We promise not to do anything."

Frankie slowly nods, although he's not sure if he can convince his sister on that. "What was that? Was it- I mean, the wooden stake, fangs-"

"Vampire." Barry answers for Dawn. He's seen his fair share of supernatural movies, just like Frankie, so he knew the different ways to kill a vampire, but each movie, except for that Twilight one, which didn't really count to him, was to stake them in the heart. "He was vampire and Faith just killed it."

Maura's breathing slows down a little as the blur over movements of Faith fighting the guy who attacked her continued to run theough her mind. "Jane, she saved my life."

Maura's words, as well as the conversation fifteen feet away, Jane lowers her gun away from Faith's face. She walks pass the Slayer, keeping and eye on bending down grabbing the stake that's laid over light dust like substance and places it in her back pocket. "You two are riding with me. Frankie, Frost, take the kid with you and meet us at their house. Call Korsak tell him to get there now."

"Who the hell is she keep callin' 'kid'..." Dawn mumbles as Barry and Frankie escorts her back to Frankie's car. Faith chuckles at the younger brunette's attitude.

"You think this is funny?" Jane strodes back up to Faith. "Because if I don't like your little story, you better believe you'll be in a shit load of trouble."...

Willow paces back and forth in the house, biting her nails. She got a call from Dawn saying Faith needed a little back up, but told her to stay behind since she was already out with the car. Now she wish she went with her gut and teleported to the cemetery because they were taking entirely too long for her liking. A knock on the door startles her, but she rushes to the door, hoping her girlfriend and Dawn were okay.

She swings open the door. "Faith..." Her sentence cuts short to see Dawn, wearing an urgent face, with Barry and Frankie, who don't look too comfortable, standing behind her.

"I feel like I just been escort home by cops for underage drinking." Dawn responds dryly. She walks in with the two detectives cautiously following behind. "Can I offer you guys a beer. Trust me, you're gonna need it." Both of the detectives silently nod as she retreats back towards the kitchen for drinks. Might as well bring out all of them.

Willow, confused as hell, turns towards the detectives, hoping to get an explaination. "What's going on? Is Faith okay?" Well, ofcourse she's okay. Dawn would have told me if she wasn't.

Frankie and Barry just look at each other, not sure how to explain, being that they're not entirely sure what happend themselves. Thankfully, the loud raspy voices arguing voices outside of front door. Willow opens the door and sees a lost and confused Maura standing in front of a large rugged middle age man stepping in between Faith and Jane, who are in a heated argument.

"You couldn't take me if you wanted to, cop!"

"Oh yeah? I'm sorry if my killing abilities aren't up to date!"

"T-Tell me." Maura's voice softly broke, as she looks at Willow. The fighting immediately stops. "Tell me what going on."

Jane pushes pass Korsak and wraps her arms Maura, keeping her steady. Why am I sitting here fighting with that GIRL when Maura needs me. "Maura it's gonna be okay. I got you."

Willow looks over to Faith, finally figuring it out. "See saw you?"

Faith walks pass Korsak and the LLBFFs, giving her girfriend a kiss. "Yeah. Didn't have a choice. She got grabbed by one." She goes inside and the othesr three follow.

"She gonna be okay, Jane?" Korsak nervously asks. No on told him what happend yet, he just knew he was supposed to show up and be alert. He arrived the same time Jane, Maura and Faith, the two brunettes in a heated arugment. He'd never seen Jane so fired up, but she might have had her work cut out for her because the other brunette was strong. Too strong.

Jane sets a trembling Maura to the sofa, slowly setting her down. Dawn walks over to the two and hands them both a beer. Jane takes her but Maura shakes her head.

"Drinking after a trauma can result into a dependence on it." Trauma. I've been traumatized.

Jane kneeling infront of Maura, set her beer on the floor and her best friend's legs for comfort. Come on, baby. It gonna be okay...Baby? "They're gonna explain what's goin' on. That's why we're here. Okay? I won't let anything happen to you. Take the beer it might help you relax." Maura slowly nods, taking the beer from Dawn

Faith narrows her eyes, studying the two, sipping her beer. Best friends my ass. "Look Maura, you want to know the truth, well, you're about to join an exclusive club of knowin'."

Jane get up, grabbing her beer and sits behind Maura, with her hand rubbing Maura's lower back. She glares at Faith, her voice threatening. "Start talking, starting with who the hell are you and what the hell just happend."

Willow clears her through, needing the attention on her for this. "Um, it's a little more complicated than that."

"No shit."

Willow pulls her "Resolve Face' and Jane sits back and shuts up. "Now, you have to keep an open mind, or you're not going to take all of this well." She pauses for a moment, incase anyone has anything else to say. "I'll try to keep it short as possible. In ancient Africa, tribal leaders known as the Shadow Men used powerful magic to place the heart, soul and spirit of a demon into a girl. She became the First Slayer. The decendants of the Shadow Men began the Watcher's Council." Frankie hesitantly raises his hand. "Frankie, you don't have to raise your hand if you're polite."

Frankie nods. "Um, what a 'slayer'?"

After finishing her beer, Faith sighs and looks at Maura. "That would be me." She steps up, showing an authoritive presence as she recites the famous slayer sayin. "In every generation, there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darknes. She is the slayer."

They all sit in silence for a minutes all trying to contemplate.

Vince Korsak finally breaks the silence. "So what you're sayin' is, that you're some kind of 'Chosen One'."

Faith snorts a little, a slight bitterness to her tone. "Never was a 'Chosen One'. And even if I was, sure as hell not anymore."

Willow continues on. "There hasn't been a 'Chosen One' for years. Dawn's sister, Buffy, was the last "Chosen One'. She was drowned by the oldest known vampire, dying briefly before defeating him. Her brief death called another slayer."

"Faith." Barry guesses.

"No. First another slayer named Kendra, who killed a year later by a psychotic vampire named Drusilla. That's when Faith came in."

Jane eyebrows furrow. "Let me guess, this is where the suspicious actions in your file comes in."

Faith, not sure what exactly to tell them about, looks away from everybody. "Came to Sunnydale for help from the other slayer, I left in a downward spiral."

"The murders though." Jane pushes on. "What happend in the murders?"

"Faith no!" Buffy shouts as the other slayer gets ready to stake whoever she tossed to her.

It's too late.

Faith plunges the stake into the heart. Nothing. The man is still there. No dust. He just looks down as he bleeds. Blood. Buffy tries to come to his rescue as he goes into shock.

"Don't move."

Faith in shock as well shakes her head. "I didn't...I didn't know. I didn't know."

Faith shakes her head of the memory. "Allan Finch was an accident..."

The professor backs away from the Dark Slayer menacingly beautiful face. The anticipation of this kill gives her pleasure.

"Sorry friend, Boss wants you dead?"

Fear in the old professor in his tone. "Why?"

The knife the Dark Slayer holds slides through the professor's gut. Not her knife. Not her precious baby, but a knife noneless. "You know, I never thought to ask."

"...the professor wasn't." Faith continues.

Jane seems to take that answer, for now. "So it's just you and Buffy." What kind of name is Buffy anyways?

"Nah. We're just the old heads that won't die. Permantly atleast." Faith jokes, trying to change the mood.

"That would be my doing." Willow smiles proudly. "There was a situation. The First Evil wanted to end the Slayer Line. We had a small Army of Potential Slayers, the Chosen Two and a small and a handful of others ready to fight. The Slayer's Scythe is the slayer's natural weapon and with that, I tap into it's magics, thus making ever potential into a slayer. Now around the world we have a real army of slayers. We saved the world and explains why there's a giant whole formally known as Sunnydale."

"Wicca is a Neopagan religion. They are more commonly known as witches to society." Maura blurts out as her mind continues to go in and out.

"A witch huh?" Willow nods at Jane's question. I need a real drink. She turns her attention to Dawn, the young woman that's caught the attention of both her brother and her partner. "And what the hell are you?"

Dawn smirks a little. "For now, let's just say that I'm the sister of the oldest Slayer, Buffy Summers, a Watcher, and partime Wiccan. But I'm a little more complicated than that."

Jane, not wanting to know what else the kid was at the moment and sure that her head would explode, continues with her questions. "So that was a vampire you save Maura from tonight?"

"What the hell is everybody smoking?" Vince looks around the room still confused. "I've heard some crazy conspiracies in my day, but this is too much."

Frankie responds. "Trust my Korsak, if you were there, you wouldn't sayin' that. The guy disappear right in front of our eyes and after Faith stake. Dawn shot him in the head with a crossbow and he didn't die."

"Not to mention his face." Barry shivers a little remembering the yellow eyes, rigid forhead and fangs.

"An Dark Slayer." Maura recites. "An 'Bás na hÉireann Dubh' An bhfuil Anseo! Na Banríona..."

Jane becomes concerned not understanding what Maura was saying. The language sounded familiar though. "Maura, what is it?"

"She's repeating what the vampire said, I think." Faith speaks up, walking closer to the traumatized woman. "I didn't catch it before, but it's Irish."

"Well, what the hell? What is she saying?" Jane voice get panicky and loud.

Faith on the other hand tenses up and get defensive. "Well if you shut the fuck up, maybe I'll hear her."

Jane leaps up from her seat and shoves Faith back. "You know, you're on thin ice, Lehane."

Faith grins a little, already feeling her Slayer creeping out. If she didn't get it under control now, the situation could take a turn for the worse. "Trust me Rizzoli, you don't even want to try it."

"Jane cool it!" Korsak warns, knowing when Jane could get hot headed.

"Faith don't!" Dawn calls out, knowing exactly what this could lead to.

Willow glares at the two women as Faith was about to dodge Jane's surprisingly fast swing. "Enough!"

A strong wave goes through the room right between the fighting women immediately seperating the two with a flying force. Jane flies back, lifting off her feet, hitting the couch, barely missing Maura. Faith on the other hand, flies back, hitting the wall hard in mid air before falling to the floor.

"It's hasn't even been twenty four hours and I am already sick of you two fighting like, like Sam McCall and Carly Corinthos!"

Despite, what just happend Dawn chuckles. "Really Will? Sounds like Spike's got you watching soap operas."

"Holy shit! What just happend?" Barry places his hand in front of himself, trying to feel the air, searching for the powerful energy he just felt. Eventhough he was scared to death, he was facinated by everything that was happening.

Dawn smirks a little. "Willow decided to show a taste of what she's capable of."

Frankie rushes to his sister, seeing if she's okay. He glances at the doctor, who's still refciting the Irish words. He turns back to his sister, who's a little shaken up from being invisibly thrown across the room. "Jane, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Jane sits up on, clearing her head. "I'm fine. The couch broke my fall." She responds dryly.

Holy shit! Vine tries to see if the Slayer was okay, surprisingly seems unharmed. "You okay? That was

"I'm good."Faith groans a little as she gets up off the floor. "Dammit babe, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were pissed."

Ignoring her girlfriend's sarcastic comment, Willow goes over to Maura and listens to her words, changing her tone into a calm one. "Maura. Maura look at me." The doctor actually responds. "What is it you're saying? Do you know how to translate it?"

After a few moments, Maura nods, finally seeming to come out of it. "Yes. I don't know what it means though."

"It's okay." Willow reassures her. "Just tell me what you know."

Maura takes a deep breath, sensing Jane beside her, her body relaxes a little. "The-The vampire said 'The Dark Slayer' and then 'The Black Irish Death is here'. He whispered 'The Queen' but I don't think he was finished to what he was saying."

Willow takes the information in. Black Irish Death. "Thank you Maura. That was a great help."

"Wait." Dawn chimes in. "I've heard of The Black Irish Death. Read it in one of Giles books. Something about a deal made with a clan of Irish vampires. A deadly vicious King, a Death Queen, the Dark Slayer and an aged Potential. Darkness will overcome take over when the last drop blood of their enemy is drained. That's all I remember."

"Call Giles now." Faith orders, pulling out her cellphone. "I'll contact Angel, see what he can get out of it."

Dawn whips out her cellphone to make the call. "Told you a Big Bad was here."

I just can't sit here. I have to do something. Jane get up from the couch, in cop mode, and makes her way over to Faith. "Anything I can do?"

Faith looks Jane up and down, not sure what to make of the detectives sudden change. "Yeah. You can take my sister home. Your girlfriend looks like she could use the sleep."

Girlfriend? "What? She's not my girlfriend."

The conversation is interrupted by a cellphone going off from Jane. She checks her cellphone, wodners why it wasn't ringing. Then she realizes that it wasn't the right cellphone. Oh no. She glances back at Maura, who's eyes widen when she realizes which cellphone it. Jane answers it. "What do you want?"

"I need you to put Faith on the phone."

With the Slayer hearing, Faith hears it, she closes her own cellphone and snatches the phone from Jane. "Who the hell is this and how do you know my name?"

"I know everything about you. It's Patrick Doyle, your father."

A/N: Uh Oh. Daddy's here. hehe...

The soap opera mention is "General Hospital"...