Welcome to the Hellmouth

Chapter 2

Cordelia was starting to get very, very impatient, it didn't help the fact that she was standing out the front of a 'supposedly' haunted mansion, she'd figured that was exactly the sort of place that the gang was looking for. It just screamed home for the mental insane, and that was a pre-requisite for dealing with this particular group, if she'd thought it had been bad when dealing with the Sunnydale Scooby gang in high school, it had gotten a hell of a lot worse dealing with the Boston gang over the past 10 years. None of that group knew what it meant to slow down, take a break, and take a step back from the world of insanity, they didn't suffer it as the saying went, and they enjoyed it.

"What's wrong? You seem nervous about something," said a peaceful voice. Though Cordelia may have not seen the person for several years, she knew who it was.

"Liz, oh my god. It's so good to see you again,"' gasped Cordelia in on breath.

"Delia, breath," said Buffy simply. "Come on lets go in, it's starting to get cool out here." Directing the darker of the two towards the mansion.

"So where's the rest of the group?" the Sunnydale resident asked.

"Oh…you know what the group's like, they wanted to check out the local sights, before settling down for the night." Both girls laughed at the thought of the Sunnydale Vampire population having a sudden decline overnight.

"So I guess it's true that vampire's really don't like planes." Cordelia stated.

"That's an understatement, I thought Drusilla and Spike would end up having a massacre contest at the terminal, they were that wired."

"Some how that's not surprising," countered Cordelia.

"Oi, Lizzy. Sorry we're late mate, we just had to catch up with a few old 'friends'," Faith called out, running up the drive way to the girls, followed by the rest of missing gang.

"That's okay," replied Cordelia, unlocking the door, and pushing it open so Spike, Faith and the rest of the group could make themselves comfy. Closing the door, Cordelia suddenly realised how much safer she felt around this group of friends, then she had originally felt with the 'Scooby gang' when they had all been in High School and before the betrayal, even if half of this group were killers or ex-vampires.

"Damn it's good to be able to stretch our legs, after that stupid flight. I don't see why we couldn't have just driven across country," Spike complained, lying down on what was remaining from the lounge.

"You might want to stand underground for a little while," Cordelia began.

"Why what's in Sunnyhell?" asked Darla, from the doorway.

"We've got a new slayer arriving tonight. Giles, Xander and Willow are picking her up currently."

Smiling briefly, Buffy had that look that said she already knew who the latest slayer was; after all, they had already met. "You've got that look in your eye. You know who, she is don't you?"

"Yeah, I do. But I already promised her that I wouldn't tell anyone, because that would spoil the surprise," the blonde slayer retorted.

"Damn, well doesn't that just spell disaster, with us. Don't tell me, this new slayer could have us running for the hills," Ethan said. He had enough of insane slayers, all he wanted more than anything was a calm and peaceful retirement, which included him doing a little chaos and meddling occasionally.

"When doesn't a new slayer beginning, scream, run, run away now!" replied Drusilla, from her position at the top of the spiral staircase.

"True," replied Bat, turning to Cordelia. "Are you staying for dinner?"

"Only if Eliza is the one cooking," she retorted, causing the rest of the gang to begin laughing.

The airport terminal was packed since it was coming towards Christmas time.

"How do we know what this Kyla Wayfield looks like?" questioned Willow to Giles, squinting occasionally to see if she could see someone kind of matching the description they had been given.

If this Kyla was anything like the other slayers that had gone before her, she would be dead very soon, there was no point in placing any emotional value in her, in Willow's mind.

Watching the trio, she wondered if now would be a good time to introduce herself; it was surprising that this lot had lasted as long as they did. It was no wonder that the slayers in the Hellmouth were dropping off like flies, defiantly if this lot weren't paying attention to their surrounding. Still that didn't mean that they couldn't be trained quickly, they had no intention of being knocked off the perch anytime soon, so there was a point in making that rather clear to this group.

I wonder what Travis has told this Ripper, she thought to herself, as she made her way up behind the group. She could sense several vampires moving in for the kill.

So I guess this is what she meant by constantly being prepared. It wasn't the first time that she'd experienced vampires that had decided to step out of the norm, and be proactive about their kills (or notches in their belt, depending on who's looking at it), still it wouldn't be too bad to quickly put them in their places early on in her visit.

"You know, I really think we should be heading off," she whispered into the young male's ear. He wasn't exactly the sort of bloke she'd be interested in, that didn't mean that he didn't have a chance, it just meant there was a far more likely risk of her doing bodily damage to him.

"Miss Kyla Wayfield, can we please go. There's something I have to take care of right NOW!" she said, beginning to bounce on the balls of her feet, her blood was singing for the fight, she'd reached the point of no return, she had to have a fight, now, it didn't matter what sort, she just had to burn off the excess energy, humming through her body.

"Of course," Giles answered. This new slayer seemed so similar to Faith, Kendra and Buffy, yet different. All in their own way, each of his previous slayers had all longed for a fight, just Faith and this girl were so much more vocal about it.

"Oh thank God," the new slayer said, before dragging the Sunnydale Scooby gang behind her.

"Well, well, well, what do we 'ave here?" cooed a voice in the shadows.

Tossing a glance over her shoulder, she was impressed that all of them seemed to be capable of handling their own. "Oh you know, a brand new slayer, wandering through towards the Hellmouth, ready to set up shop," Kyla shot back. It wouldn't do for her to begin the fight on their terms, it would only end in her having her arse handed back to her.