A/N: Well as promised, the next chapter. Thank you to those that reviewed, and a big thank-you for those of you that have stuck with the story, despite the lack of updates. Thanks.

Alright, in this chapter I'm bringing back things that were mentioned in earlier ones. So those that may have forgotten it might be a good idea to re read some chapter…I know I had to…

Note: I went through the earlier chapter and cleaned up some of the errors, forgive me if I missed any but it is rather late.

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Twice Chosen

RogueAngel82

The demon bar exactly what the title described it to be. A bar that was full of demons. Kimberly paused at the entrance, reminded suddenly of an old western movie, when a stranger works into a tavern greeted by the stares and silence of those inside.

As she moved towards the bar the patrons went back to their drinks, most likely thinking it unwise to attack her. Rarely those that didn't belong entered a demon bar, and those that did belong usually could take care of themselves. However none of the demons and vampires there shot her a second glance, she hadn't been on the Hellmouth long enough to make a name for herself and get a reputation. So no one there recognised a Slayer in their mists.

The bar itself was the main feature of the rear wall, maned by a single person. A human. Kimberly had never seen Sunnydale, yet she had heard stories of it from the town survivors. Xander had told her about a demon called 'Willy's Place', that Buffy had gone to for information. The owner Willy had an informant for the group. A person whose loyalties were easily brought, for the right amount.

It had taken three stakings and a badly pummelled demon to reveal the bar existence and location, and Kim prayed it was worthwhile. Jordan had been missing for too long, and now Kim was going to find out why.

"Hiya babe," The barman greeted, smarmy grin already spreading across his face, "What can I getcha?"

"Information," Kim stated.

"Oh? About what?"

"Slayers" Kim said simply.

His eye twitched slightly, before he turned his attention back to wiping down a glass with a rag that had seen better days. "Can't help you sweetheart," He said, moving on to a second glass, before pausing and looking back to her "But well you're here, can I ask you something?" he leaned in for effect, "If I told you, ya know. That you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?"

"Do you have any information on Slayers at all?" Kim pressed, ignoring the lame pick up line.

"I might…for a price."

Kim sighed, and took a step back before leaping onto the bar and driving at the man. The motion took them through a door to the stock and kitchen area, where they landed on the floor.

"Owww," The man moaned, "What the hell are you?"

"I'm worried and I'm mad," She said pulling him up into her face, "Now tell me any information you have."

"Look lady, I've had enough to deal with," He stated, "This town is messed up enough." He sighed as if he wasn't pinned to the floor. "I knew I should have stayed out of this business, but a new Hellmouth seemed like a golden opportunity to me. It would be like Sunnydale all over again. 'cept no blonde Slayer to beat up on me."

"Oh my god," Kim realised, "Your Willy!"

"And you're a Slayer," The man, Willy sighed.

"Right, which means you know exactly what I can do." Kim stated, "So start talking, what have you heard about slayers?"

"Just the usually," He said, "Slayers come, Slayers slay. Listen toots there are other things right now that the underground is scared of. It isn't just that his is a Ranger town, oh no, there's a new cavern in town. The Master, an old vampire called Marcus. No one knows nothin' about him, they say his a few hundred years old but a few hundred years ago they said he was a few hundred years old, and the same before that."

"Why are you telling me this?" Kim questioned slightly mollified that there was no news about Slayers, a death of a slayer would have caused a stir in the underworld.

"I'm tellin' you this coz we want him gone," Willy stated, "Everyone's terrified of him, and not just him. It's the company he keeps…. they say his allied with an evil Pink coloured Ranger."

The world stopped around her, muffed in her shock. She could hear her heart beat in the background dully, and the sound of her breathing.

In out, in out.

An evil Pink Ranger.

She blinked. Dropping Willy she was on her feet in a second. She was breathing heavier, on the verge of hyperventilating.

An evil Pink Ranger.

She turned and ran, clearing the bar in one leap before running from the bar.

An evil Pink Ranger.

#SC#

Faith was sitting on one of the command desks her legs propped up on the seat before it. She pulled the bandage from her shoulder, peering at the wood. With a sneer she press the bloody cloth back down. The injury might require a trip to the emergency room. With a glance around the room, she knew she'd gotten of lightly. Slayers wounded from there own fights throughout the building were gathered together in the command. The more seriously injured had already been taken off to hospital.

Dozen injured, 4 critically, 2 dead.

Faith looked to her shoulder again, the trip to the emergency room could wait. Giles was pacing ahead of her, his face as expressionless as she had ever seen it. But she could read the shimmering rage, barely covered in his eyes. She knew because she felt it to.

"Any survivors from the attacking vampires?" Faith questioned. Giles shock his head. "It was inside job, or there was a leak."

"With the amount of Slayers on active duty outside HQ its hard to know who," Giles said.

"If you people had of just listened to us and placed more control back into the hands of the Watch council this would not have happened," Mr. Reid the head Watcher made his way towards them, picking his way through the wounded.

"Oh great," Faith muttered, loud enough so only Giles could hear, "Vamps didn't kill him?"

Giles gave Faith a small smile, before turning towards his fellow Watcher.

"There is no proof either way that the council could have prevented what happened here today." Giles said.

"Mr. Giles," Reid said giving Giles a condescending look, "You must remember the old days of the council, when we were the voice of law to the Slayers."

"Yeah the ones too most likely to lead the girls to there deaths," the voice piped up from under the table.

"Good lord," Giles said stepping back to peer under the desk, "Is he still under there."

"Cozy here idn't it," Spike snarked, "Don't have to worry about another bleedin' dose of holy water openin' up on me. And there's still paddles around, get splashed by something, hello smoking vampire."

"Fine you can stay under there if you wish," Giles sighed, "In fact I think it's a brilliant idea, stay under there in defiantly."

Spikes hand was the only thing that appeared as he flashed Giles the one finger salute.

"Mr. Giles!" Reid said, "This is a serious matter, we must attend…"

"GILES!" A voice called out across the room interrupting the Watcher. They turned their attention to a figure waving a phone at them, "It's Kimberly!"

Faith and Giles ran for the phone, Faith made it first it, might have been because she was leaping from table to table.

"K?" She said as she snatched the phone away, battering at Giles hands as he reached for it.

"Hey Faith," was the reply.

"Where are you?"

"Reefside, on the Hellmouth," Kim answered, "Where the council assigned me."

"Oh really," Faith shotting a dark look across the room at Reid.

"Look can you do me a favour?" Kim asked, "Find out everything you can on a Master vampire called Marcus, that the only name I have to go on."

"OK will do," Faith said, "K you alright?"

"No not really," Kim said truthfully, "There was something else, but this I can handle on my own, I have to handle on my own."

"….Oh kay," Faith said uncertainly.

"Thanks Faith."

"We'll contact you on you Slayer COM with updates," Faith said

"No don't worry," Kim said, "I've misplaced it somewhere. Can't find it. Juts call me when you have details 'kay? Look I have to go."

"Kim…" Faith said, but the other slayer had already hung up.

#SC#

Kimberly tossed her cell phone on to the car seat besides her, bring down both fist onto the steering wheel sharply.

"Damn it!"

'Kill us you might,' The hissing voice of the demon spider queen echoed in her mind, 'But doom world you will. Know this little slayer, your past of present will meet and in future all will burn.' It chilling laugh followed into the silence of the car.

Kim prayed this wasn't what the demon had been talking about.

#SC#

Teleporting with Zok-Rok Jordan decided was the best way to travel. The familiar Hellmouth cave solidified around them, unchanged from when Jordan had last been there. The Ranger walked across the room, running a hand over the equipment to the created the evil her. With a sharp move she tore the arm of the apparatus, throwing it at the monitor of to the side. There were flashes and a shower of sparks. Jordan smirked before turning her attention to the centre of the room.

Slowly she approached the Hellmouth seal, crouching down at the edge of the pit. The ancient seal, didn't look like much to her, but she could feel the energy surrounding it. It caressed her, called to her. Welcomed her.

"What are you doing?"

The new voice came from behind, unsurprised by the sudden arrival Jordan stood and turned.

"I see you got my invitation," Jordan said gesturing to the ruined equipment.

"Where have you been," Elsa demanded, "Lord Mesagog patience for you is wearing thin. He…." Her voice was cut off in a gasp was Jordan had wrapped around her neck.

"Quiet please," Jordan order simply, "I have little patience right now." She pulled the taller woman down to look her in the eye. "I'm not in a mood for messing around." She threw her, sending the henchman flying across the room into the still smoulder remains of the equipment.

Climbing to her feet, Elsa cast a look for Jordan to the still silent figure of Zok-Rok, and decided that fleeing was the best response. She stood and ported away.

Jordan reached out and grabbed hold of Zok-Rok's arm and together they shimmered out.

Elsa landed safely in Mesagog fortress, breathed a sigh of relief at her safe return. Only to have her a kick to the stomach knock the breath right from her.

"Thank you," Jordan said releasing her grip on the cloak man, "We couldn't have found this place without following you. Now, I need to talk to your boss."

#SC#

Hayley took one last look at the computer monitor before turning and walking from the Command Centre. The trapped door closed behind her, as she moved into Tommy's house. She found the others gathered in the kitchen.

"I hooked the Pink gem piece up to the scanner," She informed, "It will take some time but we should be able it get the information we need from it."

"Good," Tommy said, nodding in appreciation. "When we're finished reading the gem we will be able to track the Pink Ranger."

"And then what," Connor questioned, sitting morosely at the table. They all looked down, but then again fighting one of your own could do that to you. "I don't need to remind you guys, that the last time we meet her she wasn't exactly in the talking, listening mood. In fact she was all to happy to hand us our arses."

"Connor," Kira reproved, shotting a look at the Red Ranger.

"No he's right guys," Ethan said, "What do we do when we get to her?"

"Maybe I could talk to her?" Trent offered, "I mean, I might be able to… connect."

"We have to worry about finding her first," Connor pointed out.

"Connor!" Kira repeated, detected the negative tone.

"Whatever," Connor said standing and walking from the room.

"This is pulling at the team more then we realised," Hayley said quietly to Tommy.

"Yeah," Tommy said softly before he to headed from the room. Hayley watched him go.

"Defiantly much more then we realised."

#SC#

Trini was going through her baggage, before sighing when what she searched for remained elusive. Turning she picked up her handbag and up ended it onto the hotel bed, she shifted to the contents when her hand brushed something she didn't recognise. Holding up the object to get a better look at it. It had a similar design to a blue tooth, yet it was slightly different. She stood, her search forgotten with the strange find.

"Aisha" she called into the suit.

"Yeah?" Came the reply from her roommate.

"Come look at what I found," She said, before handing the object over, "Do you recognise it?"

"No I've never seen it before," Aisha said looking the object over, she frowned at it. Shrugging she put it to her hear, and started pushing buttons.

"Hey," Trini started, only to have Aisha wave her silent when she heard a voice from the object.

"Frequency recognized. Los Angeles Command. Identification please."

TBC

A/N: Well there you go, I hope you enjoyed it. Please review, it makes me feel like I should update more often, and I guess I kinda need that.