Chapter 7: Inca, Faith & Trick
September 29, 1997 – Monday
Sunnydale History Museum
Dawn followed closely behind Xander, Buffy, and Willow as they approached the museum for Cultural Exchange Week. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, mingled with Dawn's own curiosity and a tinge of apprehension. She knew the Inca Princess was the centerpiece of the event. However, the specifics of what had transpired with Ampata in her original timeline remained fuzzy in her memory.
Xander had dated Ampata, and Dawn recalled the strange circumstances surrounding her disappearance. Buffy had provided a fabricated explanation to her and their mother back then, glossing over the darker truth that Ampata had actually been a mummy who required human sacrifices to stay alive. It was a revelation that had only come to light later, thanks to Xander's knack for attracting supernatural trouble, evident in his relationships with demons like Anya.
"It's so unfair," Buffy grumbled as they approached the grand staircase leading into the museum. Her discontent about her mother agreeing to host a foreign exchange student had been a constant during the bus ride over.
Dawn and Xander didn't have to worry about accommodating a foreign exchange student themselves. Their home was already bursting at the seams. Following a swift investigation that resulted in the arrest of Tony and Jessica Harris for abuse, Xander found himself in a unique legal situation. With no parental figure available to watch over him, Dawn's attorneys argued for Xander's emancipation due to his age, a decision temporarily solidified by the court until they could hold the hearing for Xander's emancipation. Now, he resided with Dawn, her newborn daughter Elizabeth, and Dawn's Watcher, Chloe, leaving no spare bedrooms in the household.
"I don't think it's that bad," Willow interjected diplomatically.
"It's the uber-suck. Back me up here, Dawn," Buffy insisted, seeking solidarity.
Dawn let out a sigh, considering Buffy's complaint. "We don't know if the real Ampata will be that bad," she reasoned cautiously. "Assuming we can save her from becoming the mummy's second victim." Her mind was already piecing together a theory about how the mummy might have been awakened by someone within the museum, likely the unfortunate first victim.
"You don't know when that was exactly?" Xander asked, curiosity coloring his voice as they entered the museum lobby.
"I mainly only know about it because of you, Xander. The mummy was the second woman you found yourself attracted to. In other words," Dawn hesitated, searching for the right words.
"Kind of a repeat of the praying mantis demon," Xander finished her thought with a wry nod, remembering the bizarre encounter earlier that year.
"I didn't even find out that much for years afterwards," Dawn continued, her tone reflective. "Buffy told me and Mom some lie, sadly I don't remember, to explain the fake Ampata's disappearance. This was still before Mom knew about Buffy being the Slayer."
"I have the best costume for the dance," Willow interjected suddenly, her voice bright and eager, clearly attempting to steer the conversation away from Ampata and the strange occurrences that followed.
The grand main hall stretched out before them, a cathedral of antiquity and opulence. High above, the intricate chandeliers bathed the scene in a soft, golden light, illuminating the polished marble floors below. Cordelia and her impeccably groomed entourage stood nearby, their attention fixed on the display of exchange student portraits, their fingers tracing the frames with practiced grace.
Turning away from Cordelia's clique, Buffy, Xander, Willow, and Dawn gravitated toward the South American relics section. The walls here were adorned with ancient artifacts, each one whispering stories of bygone civilizations. Ahead lay the special exhibit they were eager to explore.
"So," Cordelia ventured, effortlessly joining their path, "how's yours? Visually, I mean."
Buffy shrugged indifferently. "I don't know. Guy-like."
"You didn't even check him out first?" Cordelia exclaimed, a hint of incredulity in her voice. "He could be totally average." She shook her head dramatically. "You really do live dangerously."
A sudden movement caught Buffy's attention. "Hey, what's he doing?"
Dawn followed Buffy's gaze to see Rodney Munson, leaning uncomfortably close to one of the exhibits. It seemed he was scraping at it.
"That's Rodney Munson," Xander remarked dryly, watching as another student cautiously approached Rodney, only to be met with a defensive growl that revealed a mouth full of metal braces. The student wisely retreated. "God's gift to the bell curve," Xander added with a wry grin. "What he lacks in smarts, he more than makes up for in... well, lack of smarts."
Willow, in her usual contemplative manner, chimed in, her voice tinged with a hint of sarcasm, "You just don't like him 'cause of that delightful period he spent beating you up every day for five years."
"Yeah," Xander retorted with a wry smile, "I'm just irrational like that."
Meanwhile, Dawn took it upon herself to approach Rodney, the notorious troublemaker of their class. As she neared, Rodney's initial growl softened upon recognizing her.
"What's up— Oh, hey, Dawn," Rodney greeted, his demeanor shifting from defensive to casual.
Dawn didn't mince words. "You probably shouldn't be doing that," she remarked, gesturing subtly toward Rodney's meddling hand. "It could get you in trouble."
Feigning mock horror, Rodney shivered dramatically. "Oh no, kicked out of school? The horror."
Dawn rolled her eyes at his melodramatic response just as a voice boomed from the entrance to the Treasures of South America exhibit.
"Welcome, students," the guide announced, his red jacket making him a striking figure against the backdrop of ancient artifacts. "We shall now proceed into the Incan burial chamber. The human sacrifice," he added ominously, "is about to commence."
The students shuffled into the dimly lit room, its atmosphere heavy with the weight of history. Dawn reunited with Willow, Xander, and Buffy, while Rodney wandered off on his own, his curiosity leading him elsewhere. Spotlights strategically illuminated various ancient artifacts, casting dramatic shadows across the polished floors. Dominating the room was a colossal stone sarcophagus, positioned prominently on a raised platform. The trio of friends joined the queue of students eagerly waiting to glimpse its contents.
"Typical museum trick," Xander grumbled under his breath. "Promise human sacrifice, deliver old pots and pans."
Unperturbed, the guide continued his narrative, his voice echoing solemnly in the chamber. "Five hundred years ago, the Incan people selected a beautiful teenage girl to be their princess."
Willow couldn't resist a whisper to her friends. "I hope this story ends with, 'And she lived happily ever after.'"
As they finally approached the sarcophagus, Dawn leaned in for a closer look. Inside lay a mummified figure, its skin resembling weathered leather. Hollow eye sockets stared back at her, the jawline sunken and the shriveled arms clutching what appeared to be an ornate platter.
"It doesn't," Dawn murmured quietly, a touch of sadness in her voice.
The guide's voice continued, unwavering in its delivery. "The Incan people sacrificed their princess to the mountain god Sebancaya—an offering entombed alive for eternity within this solemn tomb."
"They could have at least wrapped her in those nice white bandages, like they do in the movies," Willow remarked with a touch of dark humor, her voice echoing softly in the somber chamber.
The guide, undeterred by Willow's comment, continued his tale with practiced solemnity. "The princess remained entombed, protected only by a cursed seal, placed there as a warning to any who would dare disturb her slumber."
"So, Buffy, when's exchange-o boy making his grand entrance?" Xander quipped, injecting a note of levity into the conversation.
"Dawn and I are meeting Ampata at the bus station tomorrow night," Buffy replied matter-of-factly.
"Ooh, Sunnydale bus depot. Classy," Xander teased. "Nothing says welcome to America like the smell of urine."
"Now, if you'll follow me this way, please," the guide interjected, gesturing toward the path leading to more Incan treasures.
As they moved on, Dawn couldn't shake a nagging suspicion about Rodney. Why had he lingered behind? Could he have been the first unwitting victim of the mummy's curse? Her thoughts raced, considering the possibilities. The museum's South America exhibit was a labyrinth of directed lighting and elevated displays, offering ample shadowy corners where someone could lurk unnoticed.
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Hours passed slowly as Dawn kept watch. Then, her suspicions were confirmed as she spotted Rodney emerging cautiously from a hiding spot. With quick thinking, she opened a portal beneath him, sending him tumbling through to Sunnydale High. As the portal sealed shut, Dawn approached the sarcophagus, her gaze resting on the mummified figure within.
"Sorry for what happened to you," she murmured softly. "But I couldn't risk letting him accidentally awaken you and unleash havoc." Her words hung in the air, a quiet apology to the ancient princess whose restless spirit had been disturbed.
September 30, 1997 – Tuesday
Sunnydale Bus Station
Ampata Gutierrez was filled with an eager anticipation that had simmered for years. Finally, he had arrived in America, a dream he had nurtured since childhood. Sixteen years in Peru had fueled his imagination with tales of far-off places—Paris with its majestic Eiffel Tower, London and its historic Buckingham Palace, and the towering Empire State Building in New York. He yearned to see the world beyond his homeland's borders.
Yet, as Ampata stood in Sunnydale, California, his initial excitement waned. The suburban landscape seemed ordinary, rows of nondescript houses stretching endlessly. Even the glimpse of Los Angeles from the airplane had failed to captivate him as he had hoped.
Still, Ampata refused to let disappointment cloud his spirits. He was in America, a vast land of opportunity, and he was determined to seize every moment of it.
However, his optimism depended on one crucial factor—the girl who was supposed to host him. As minutes stretched into half an hour of waiting, Ampata's patience began to wear thin.
Then, relief swept over him as Dawn pulled into a parking spot and Buffy bounded out of the car. "Ampata!" Buffy's voice rang out, filled with urgency and relief. "Ampata Gutierrez!"
Ampata followed the sound, weaving through the parked buses until he spotted Dawn and Buffy approaching. "Here," he called out, stepping into view from behind one of the buses.
Buffy smiled warmly, extending her hand in greeting. "I'm Buffy Summers," she introduced herself.
"Hello, Buffy Summers," Ampata replied with a hint of formality, clasping her hand firmly in his. "I am Ampata. I am very pleased to meet you."
"Welcome to our country!" Dawn called out cheerfully from where she remained seated in the car.
"Thank you," Ampata responded graciously, his voice carrying over the distance.
After making arrangements to have Ampata's trunks sent to Buffy's house, they began to organize themselves. Ampata climbed into Dawn's car, while Buffy effortlessly hoisted his suitcase into the trunk.
The drive through Sunnydale was serene, the gentle hum of the engine mingling with the occasional chirping of birds. Ampata, seated in the back, gazed out the window with wide eyes, taking in the sights of the unfamiliar suburban landscape.
"These houses are quite different from what you're used to, I imagine," Dawn remarked casually, stealing a glance at Ampata through the rearview mirror.
Ampata nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, they are," he agreed, his gaze lingering on each house they passed, intrigued by the distinct architectural style that marked this new chapter of his life in America.
As they drove further into Sunnydale, Ampata continued to marvel at the quaint suburban houses that lined the streets. Each one seemed meticulously groomed, with tidy lawns and neatly trimmed hedges, a stark contrast to the bustling streets and ancient architecture of his hometown.
"This place is so peaceful," Ampata observed, his voice tinged with a mixture of awe and curiosity. "It's different from Lima."
Dawn nodded, her eyes meeting his in the rearview mirror. "Yeah, Sunnydale's pretty quiet compared to big cities like Lima. But it has its charm."
Ampata leaned forward slightly, eager to absorb every detail of his new surroundings. "I like it," he admitted with a soft smile. "It feels... calm."
Buffy glanced back at him from the passenger seat, her own smile reflecting his genuine enthusiasm. "We're glad you're here, Ampata," she said warmly. "You'll have lots of new things to see and do."
Summers Residence
Arriving at Buffy's house, Ampata followed Buffy inside as they carefully unloaded his belongings. Buffy led him upstairs, explaining as they walked.
"This room belongs to my sister, Marie," Buffy informed him with a smile. "She'll be bunking with me while you're here. Now, let me give you the nickel tour."
She guided Ampata through the cozy home, pointing out key spots along the way. They passed her own bedroom, her mother's room, and the bathroom, before descending to the living room and finally reaching the kitchen.
Seated at the kitchen table were Joyce and Marie, engaged in conversation as Dawn attended to little Elizabeth in her high chair. Dawn's greeting broke the chatter as she affectionately scooped up her daughter.
"Hey there, pum'kin belly," Dawn cooed, eliciting a grin from Elizabeth.
"Would you like something to drink, Ampata?" Joyce offered kindly. "We have juice, and…" She paused, noticing the expired milk carton. "Well, juice it is. I need to make a grocery run."
"Yes, please," Ampata replied graciously, taking a seat at the kitchen counter.
Joyce poured him a glass of apple juice, setting it in front of him before striking up conversation. "So, Ampata, is this your first time in America?"
"Yes, it is," Ampata confirmed, his gaze shifting curiously towards Dawn. "And this is your child?"
"This is my little pum'kin belly," Dawn clarified with a fond smile, noticing Ampata's puzzled expression. "It's kind of a family nickname tradition. My mom used to call me that when I was little. Anyway, I should probably head home. Chloe and Xander are probably wondering where I am."
Summers, Payne & Harris Residence
Dawn arrived home and found Chloe patiently waiting for her. She let out a tired sigh as she spoke, "Let me put her down," referring to her daughter, Elizabeth, whom she needed to take upstairs. After a few minutes, she returned downstairs and settled onto the couch next to Chloe.
Chloe's presence was a source of comfort, a safe space for Dawn to continue sharing her painful memories. Chloe gently inquired, "Where did we leave off?"
Dawn hesitated for a moment; her gaze distant as she recalled the past. "Mom's funeral," she finally said. Admitting the painful events of the past had opened a floodgate of emotions, and Dawn couldn't stop herself from sharing it all. "Buffy was distant since she found mom dead. She didn't even cry till I tried to resurrect mom. It was during that spell that Buffy began to cry. I think her mind, when she thought mom was knocking at the door, had devolved into a child wanting solace from her mother."
Chloe listened attentively, her empathy for Dawn's pain evident in her eyes. "I assume you reversed the spell?" she asked.
Dawn nodded, her voice carrying the weight of regret. "Yes," she confirmed with a sigh. "I tore up mom's picture, which ended the spell. Meanwhile, Buffy had opened the front door looking for mom. When she turned and saw the picture torn up, she understood. We couldn't do that to mom. That was when she began to really let it out, and while I had intended to comfort her, my tears came as well."
Chloe's brow furrowed in concern as she probed further, "How long was this before Buffy's death?"
Dawn's voice trembled as she continued to share her painful memories, her gaze distant as she recounted the turbulent time in her life. "Three months," she answered, her words heavy with the weight of the past. "Between the time mom died and Buffy died. We ended up running on adrenalin the entire time. It was one thing after another. So, while we both cried that night, it was not grief, as you noticed. I don't even know if I truly know how to grieve. My default has been to bottle it up till it explodes."
Chloe's heart ached for Dawn as she tried to comprehend the emotional turmoil Dawn had endured during those tumultuous months. She gently inquired, "This is also after you found out you were the Key, isn't it?"
Dawn nodded; her expression pained. "Yes," she confirmed, her voice breaking. She held up her wrist, revealing the scar from when she had cut herself. "This was a desperate attempt to understand who I was."
Chloe's concern deepened as she sought to understand Dawn's journey to acceptance. She asked softly, "When did you accept you were Dawn and had always been Dawn?"
Dawn's tears flowed freely as she recalled the moment of acceptance, a pivotal turning point in her life. "That same night," she said, her voice filled with raw emotion. "Buffy had said that it didn't matter how I got here or where I came from. That I was her sister. That there was no way I could annoy her as much if I weren't. Mom felt the same way."
October 1, 1997 – Wednesday
Sunnydale High School
Dawn walked alongside Ampata and Buffy down the bustling school hallway, the echoing chatter of students filling the air.
"Your first day of school," Buffy remarked warmly, smiling at Ampata. "Feeling nervous?"
Ampata's expression was a mix of awe and trepidation. "I come from a small village; this is more people than I've ever seen at one time."
"Don't worry," Dawn reassured him with a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "You'll have no trouble making friends. You've already got us, and we'll introduce you to everyone else. That's at least two more friends right there." She gestured towards Xander and Willow, who were standing a short distance away. "Willow Rosenberg, Xander Harris, meet Ampata Gutierrez."
Willow greeted him warmly, her eyes curious yet welcoming. "Nice to meet you, Ampata."
Xander gave him a friendly nod. "Hey there, Ampata. Welcome to Sunnydale High."
After a brief introduction, Dawn led Ampata through the maze of corridors to their homeroom. For the morning lessons, he would shadow Dawn, getting accustomed to the American school system, while in the afternoons, he would accompany Buffy.
Throughout the day, Ampata absorbed everything with a keen, almost zealous fascination. The teachers seemed genuinely pleased to have him in class, charmed by his earnest demeanor and eagerness to learn. Ampata's enthusiasm and genuine curiosity about everything around him quickly endeared him to both students and faculty alike, making his transition to Sunnydale High smoother than he had anticipated.
Sunnydale Bus Station
That afternoon, Faith Lehane hauled her backpack from the overhead rack, stifling a yawn as she trailed after the handful of other passengers disembarking the bus. She slipped her arms through the straps, the weight of her belongings pressing down on her shoulders. With a deep frown, she stepped off the bus and headed into the terminal, the din of the station buzzing around her.
Faith rolled her shoulders, adjusting the straps, and made her way over to a payphone. The terminal was bustling with activity, a mix of hurried travelers and waiting families. She thumbed through the worn pages of the phone book until she found what she was looking for: Sunnydale High School – Library.
She fed a few coins into the payphone and dialed the number, the metallic clicking of the rotary dial echoing faintly. As the phone rang, Faith's eyes scanned the terminal, her gaze sharp and alert.
"Sunnydale High School Library," came a British voice that Faith immediately recognized.
"Hey, Jeeves, it's Faith. I'm at the Sunnydale Bus Station," she said, her voice steady but carrying an edge of exhaustion.
"Is Dr. Dormer with you?" Giles inquired; his tone suddenly serious.
"She's dead," Faith replied flatly. "That vampire—was it your Slayer or the other one? Anyway, whichever one mentioned seeing me and Diana die. We saw the vampire and his henchman coming. I just barely managed to get away."
There was a pause on the other end, the gravity of Faith's words sinking in. "I will have the Slayer in question, Dawn Summers, pick you up. Stay where you are and in a well-lit area."
Faith hung up the receiver, her jaw set in a grim line. She found a bench under the fluorescent lights and dropped her backpack beside her. She leaned back, her eyes scanning the terminal for any potential threats, while her mind raced with thoughts of Dr. Dormer and the dangers lurking in Sunnydale. As she waited, she couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and apprehension. This place, new and strange, would be her refuge for now.
Sunnydale High School
Xander and Willow had taken Ampata out to see some of Sunnydale's modest sights, leaving Buffy and Dawn free to squeeze in some much-needed training. The two sisters circled each other on the training mat, muscles tense and eyes locked, each waiting for the other to make the first move.
Dawn launched a punch toward Buffy's face, but Buffy's reflexes were sharp; she swiftly blocked the attack and swept her right leg out in a fluid motion, knocking Dawn to the floor. Dawn hit the ground with a groan, the impact reverberating through her body.
Buffy smirked, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Well, Dawnie, it looks like being pregnant has put you out of practice," she taunted as Dawn scrambled to her feet.
Undeterred, Dawn threw another punch, this time aiming straight at Buffy's face. Buffy focused intently on the incoming fist, missing the subtle shift in Dawn's stance. Dawn's left leg shot out, connecting solidly with Buffy's side. Buffy grunted in pain as she fell to the mat, winded by the unexpected blow.
"Dawn," called Chloe from the doorway, drawing both girls' attention. "You need to go to the Sunnydale Bus Station. Faith has arrived, and her Watcher is dead. The vampire you warned us about killed her."
"Oh no," Dawn gasped, her face paling. Without hesitation, she opened a portal and stepped through it, disappearing in an instant.
As Dawn vanished, Giles turned to Chloe, concern etched on his face. "Given that we now have two Slayers, one potential, and a possible potential in Marie, I propose we continue to break tradition."
"Agreed," Chloe said firmly. "With Faith's Watcher dead, we need to find a place for her as well."
Buffy considered this, then nodded. "I'd have to ask Mom, of course, but Faith could bunk with me, at least until Dawn…" Her voice trailed off; the unspoken words heavy with implications.
Chloe and Giles exchanged knowing glances, understanding the unfinished statement. Faith could stay with Buffy until Dawn rekindled the relationship she had with Faith in the future, at which point Faith might move in with Dawn.
Sunnydale Bus Station
Dawn stepped out of the shimmering portal, her eyes scanning the bustling station. Relief washed over her as she spotted Faith standing alone amidst the throngs of travelers. "Faith!" she called out, a smile breaking across her face as the young woman turned to look at her. "I'm Dawn."
Faith sized her up, her gaze sharp yet appreciative. "You're one of the Slayers," she said, taking in Dawn's confident stance. "How did you get here?"
"Portal," Dawn replied casually. "I can do magic. I'm really sorry about Diana. Are you sure it was Kakistos?"
"Based on the description Lady Di gave, yeah," Faith confirmed, her voice tight with a mix of grief and anger.
Dawn nodded sympathetically. "Just the backpack?" she asked, noticing Faith's minimal luggage. Faith nodded, a weary look crossing her face. "Tomorrow, then, I'll take you shopping. Get you some clothes." With a wave of her hand, Dawn conjured another portal, its swirling energy illuminating the dim station. "Giles, Chloe, and Buffy are waiting for us," she said, gesturing for Faith to follow.
Faith took a deep breath, then stepped through the portal alongside Dawn.
Sunnydale High School
Dawn and Faith emerged into the familiar surroundings of the Sunnydale High library, where Giles, Chloe, and Buffy were anxiously awaiting their arrival.
"Welcome, Faith," Giles said warmly, stepping forward to greet her. "We're terribly sorry for your loss."
Faith nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and sorrow. Before she could respond, Dawn spoke up, her tone urgent. "Now that you are here, Faith, it's time you learned something important."
"She just arrived," Giles interjected gently. "Let's get her settled first before we start revealing information."
"Giles," Chloe chimed in, her expression serious. "Given the way Dawn feels about her, it would be better if Dawn gets it out now."
Faith glanced between them, her curiosity piqued. "I take it she's your Watcher?" she asked Dawn, motioning toward Chloe.
"Yeah, that's Chloe," Dawn confirmed.
"Figured," Faith said, her demeanor wary yet intrigued. "So, what's so important that you're going against the other Watcher?"
Dawn took a deep breath, steadying herself. "You know how your Watcher didn't know the Slayer line had twinned?" Faith nodded, her brow furrowing. "That's because, technically, it hasn't. I'm from around twelve years in the future. I came back to save my family and friends. That includes you, Faith. In the future I'm from, you are my predecessor. You actually died protecting me."
Faith's eyes widened, a mix of disbelief and shock crossing her face. "Oh," she said quietly. She turned to Chloe and Giles, seeking confirmation. "Is she telling the truth?"
"She is," Giles affirmed, his voice steady. "We have already prevented at least one event from her original timeline from happening."
"She also provided examples to multiple people on our team of things only they would know," added Chloe. "The only explanation for that was that she was from a future where that information was revealed or otherwise known to her."
Faith looked back at Dawn, her mind racing. "So, you came back to save your family and friends," she said slowly. "So that means you and I are friends in the future?"
"More than friends," answered Dawn, her eyes locking with Faith's.
"More… than… friends," Faith repeated, the realization dawning on her. It meant that in the future, she and Dawn were likely more intimately connected, perhaps even romantically involved. She needed time to process that. She turned back to Chloe and Giles, her voice a bit steadier. "Where am I staying?"
"With me," came Buffy's voice as she emerged from Giles's office. "I'm the other Slayer. I am also Dawn's sister or cousin, depending on how you look at things." She glanced at Giles and Chloe, then back to Faith. "Mom agreed to let her stay with us."
"Faith," Dawn said gently, her eyes meeting Faith's with sincerity. "I don't expect you to return my feelings. I only told you so you'd understand why I might look at you a certain way. Okay?"
Faith nodded slowly, processing the information. The complexity of their future relationship was a lot to take in, but Dawn's honesty was comforting.
Dawn then turned to her sister. "Buffy, will you give Faith the full explanation?"
"Yeah," Buffy agreed with a supportive smile.
With a graceful wave of her hand, Dawn conjured another portal, its swirling energy casting a soft glow around them. "To your house, Buffy," she said, gesturing towards the portal.
"Come on," Buffy said, stepping forward and motioning for Faith to follow.
Faith hesitated for a moment, then followed Buffy through the portal.
Summers Residence
The transition was smooth, and they emerged into the familiar warmth of the Summers' living room, its cozy, lived-in feel offering a stark contrast to the stark reality of the bus station they had just left behind.
"Welcome to Casa Summers," Buffy said with a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood. "It's not much, but it's home."
Faith took in the surroundings, noting the personal touches – family photos, a well-worn couch, and the faint scent of something delicious lingering from the kitchen. It was a far cry from the sterile Watcher's quarters she was used to.
Buffy led her further into the house, showing her around. "So, this is the living room. We spend a lot of time here, just hanging out or planning our next moves against the forces of darkness." She gestured to the kitchen. "Mom's usually cooking up something amazing in there. You'll meet her soon."
Faith nodded, absorbing everything. It felt surreal to be welcomed into this family environment after the chaos and loss she had just endured.
Buffy stopped at a door and opened it, revealing a cozy, albeit slightly cluttered, bedroom. "And this," Buffy said with a flourish, "will be our room. You will be bunking with me. It's not the Ritz, but it's comfy."
Faith looked around the room, her eyes landing on the soft bed, the dresser with a mirror, and the posters on the walls. It felt warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the coldness she had felt since losing her Watcher.
"Thank you," Faith said quietly, her voice tinged with gratitude. "For everything."
Buffy smiled, placing a hand on Faith's shoulder. "You're family now, Faith. We look out for each other. We'll get through this together."
Faith nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. For the first time in a while, she felt a glimmer of hope. Despite the overwhelming revelations and the loss she had faced, she wasn't alone. She had a new family, and with them, she was ready to face whatever came next.
October 2, 1997 – Thursday
Sunnydale High School
Faith sat in the principal's office, feeling a mix of irritation and determination as she faced Principal Snyder. The man's sharp, hawk-like gaze was fixed on the transcript she had handed him, a document meticulously doctored to explain her move from Boston to Sunnydale.
"Faith Lehane," Snyder said, his voice dripping with disdain as he glared at the brunette. He had noticed who had escorted Faith to the administration office—Buffy Summers. He hoped this new girl would be better than either of the Summers sisters, though his expectations were low. "Junior, late of Lyon High in Boston."
"That's me," Faith replied, forcing a nonchalant tone. She had always hated school, but her late Watcher, Diana, had been adamant that she get at least a high school education. For Faith, honoring Diana's last request was a matter of principle.
Snyder's thin lips curled into a sneer. "Every student in this school needs strict discipline," he declared, his voice harsh. "I don't do the touchy-feely nonsense my predecessor did. And since I see you're friends with Summers, I will be keeping an eye on you."
Faith met his gaze, her eyes hardening. She wasn't about to let some uptight principal intimidate her. "Got it," she said, her voice cool. "Strict discipline, no nonsense. I'll keep that in mind."
Snyder leaned back in his chair, studying her with a mixture of suspicion and contempt. "See that you do. I don't tolerate troublemakers."
Faith smirked slightly, thinking of the trouble she had already faced and overcome in her life. "Don't worry, Principal Snyder. I'm here to get an education, just like Diana wanted."
Snyder handed her a schedule. "Here's your class schedule. Don't be late, and don't give me a reason to regret allowing you to enroll here."
Faith took the schedule, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "Thanks," she said, standing up. "I'll be sure to follow the rules."
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As Faith left the principal's office, she let out a sigh, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly now that the initial hurdle was over. She walked out into the bustling hall and nearly bumped into Dawn.
"Hey," Dawn said with a bright smile.
"Hey," Faith returned, her mood lifting a little at the sight of her.
"Did Buffy give you the full explanation?" Dawn asked, her tone gentle yet curious.
Faith nodded, a somber expression crossing her face. "She did. That must have been hard, being trapped like that for five years." She paused, taking a deep breath. "I can't promise that I might return your feelings. But I am willing to see where things go."
Dawn's eyes softened, understanding and warmth evident in her gaze. "I'm okay with that. I was thinking along those same lines. We can spend some time together, get to know each other—or in my case, get to know you again. We'll start with just being friends, hanging out, talking. We can see where it goes."
Faith felt a wave of relief wash over her. Dawn's approach was exactly what she needed—no pressure, just a chance to take things one step at a time. "That sounds good to me," Dawn said with a small smile. "There's a dance tonight for the Cultural Exchange Week. Maybe we can start there?"
"I think I would like that," Faith agreed, her smile widening as she started to feel more at ease.
Dawn's enthusiasm was contagious. "Great! It'll be fun. We can just relax, enjoy the music, and see what happens."
Faith nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. "Yeah, sounds like a plan."
The two of them began walking down the hall together, their conversation flowing easily as they talked about the dance and other school activities. For Faith, the prospect of starting fresh in Sunnydale was becoming less daunting. She had allies, friends, and perhaps something more with Dawn.
Summers Residence
Faith entered the bedroom she was sharing with Buffy, a radiant vision of an Inca Princess. Her costume was a breathtaking ensemble, filled with vibrant colors and intricate details that transported her to another world. The bodice was adorned with ornate patterns, reminiscent of ancient Inca art, in rich shades of gold and crimson. The flowing skirt cascaded around her, accentuating her figure in a way that made heads turn.
The feathered headdress she wore perched elegantly upon her raven-black hair, adding a touch of regal allure to her ensemble. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her genuine smile illuminated the room, contrasting beautifully with the costume's historical grandeur.
"What do you think?" Faith asked, her voice tinged with a mixture of hope and vulnerability. She had put so much effort into her costume, hoping to impress Dawn.
Buffy looked up from her vanity, where she was meticulously applying her own makeup in preparation for taking Ampata to the dance. It was evident that Faith hadn't delved into the realm of makeup. Her words were delivered with a hint of candor but also concern, as she took in Faith's natural beauty. "You could use some makeup," Buffy suggested, a touch of practicality in her tone.
"I've never really been the girl who did makeup," Faith admitted, her voice carrying a touch of self-consciousness.
"Come here," said Buffy, her voice warm and reassuring, as she stood up to offer her assistance. She took a seat in front of the vanity, and Faith perched on the edge of the chair, her heart swelling with gratitude. Buffy's hands were steady as she reached for her makeup bag, her touch gentle and expert.
Faith's eyes met Buffy's in the mirror, and she couldn't help but smile at the trust that passed between them. Buffy dipped a brush into a palette of rich, earthy tones, mirroring the colors of Faith's Inca-inspired costume. With delicate precision, she began to apply a warm, golden eyeshadow, accentuating Faith's eyes.
"Close your eyes," Buffy instructed, and Faith complied, her long lashes casting graceful shadows against her cheeks. Buffy's hands moved with an artist's finesse, blending the colors, creating an enchanting depth that highlighted Faith's natural beauty.
As Buffy worked, she couldn't help but admire the impeccable canvas she had to work with. Faith's skin was flawless, her features striking. The contrast between the regal costume and Faith's genuine, down-to-earth charm was a sight to behold.
With the eyeshadow done, Buffy reached for a deep crimson lipstick that matched the hues in Faith's bodice. She applied it with care, ensuring every line was perfect. The lipstick brought out Faith's full lips, giving her an air of confidence and allure that perfectly complemented her costume.
Faith watched in the mirror, her smile growing wider as she saw the transformation take place. Buffy's skillful hands had enhanced her natural beauty, making her look like a true Inca Princess. The feathered headdress perched atop her head seemed even more regal in this new context.
When Buffy finished, she stepped back to admire her work. Faith turned to face her, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Wow, Buffy. I look amazing," Faith whispered, her voice filled with wonder.
Buffy smiled; her heart warmed by Faith's joy. "You were always amazing, Faith," she said, her voice tinged with emotion. "This just brings it out for the world to see."
Faith turned her attention to Buffy, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. "You think your sister will like it?" she asked, her hope evident in her voice. She was eager to make a lasting impression on Dawn, the one who was taking her to the dance.
Buffy met Faith's gaze with a reassuring smile. "I'm sure she'll love it," she replied, her tone filled with confidence. "You look stunning, and Dawn will be as blown away as I am."
Faith's gratitude and relief washed over her, her confidence growing with Buffy's words.
It was then that the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," Buffy said as she walked out of the room.
As Buffy made her way downstairs to answer the doorbell, a sense of excitement filled the air. The anticipation of the evening was tangible, and she couldn't wait to introduce Dawn to Faith's stunning transformation. Opening the door, she was greeted by the sight of her younger sister, Dawn, who was wearing an Egyptian Princess costume.
Dawn's costume was a magnificent ensemble, rich in intricate details and vibrant colors. The deep blues and shimmering golds of her outfit glistened under the porch light, reflecting the allure of ancient Egypt. Her dress, made from luxurious fabrics, cascaded elegantly to the floor, capturing the grandeur of an Egyptian royal.
A bejeweled collar adorned her neck, glinting in the soft glow of the porch light, while a golden headdress rested upon her head, framing her face with an air of regal mystique. The intricate hieroglyphics and patterns on her costume were a testament to the effort and dedication put into her transformation into an Egyptian Princess.
Dawn's eyes sparkled with excitement, mirroring the anticipation of the night ahead. As she stood on the doorstep, the enchanting beauty of her costume beautifully matched the ancient charm of Faith's Inca Princess attire, creating a striking contrast between the two friends' historical ensembles.
Buffy couldn't help but admire her sister's transformation, a warm smile gracing her lips as she took in Dawn's Egyptian Princess costume. She knew that this special evening would be one to remember. "You look beautiful," Buffy complimented, her words filled with sisterly pride and affection.
Dawn's eyes lit up with gratitude, but a touch of uncertainty still lingered in her voice. "Thanks, you think Faith will like it?" she asked, her hope and desire to impress Faith evident in her question.
Buffy reached out and gently touched Dawn's shoulder, offering reassurance. "She's going to love it, Dawn. You both look amazing, and you'll make a fantastic pair tonight."
Dawn looked like she was about to say something when her gaze shifted to the staircase. Buffy followed Dawn's gaze and saw Faith descending the stairs, a radiant vision of an Inca Princess. Her presence in the room added an extra layer of enchantment to the evening.
"Hello, Dawn," Faith greeted her with a warm, genuine smile. "You look wicked hot." Her compliment was delivered with a touch of admiration that made Dawn's cheeks flush.
Dawn was momentarily flustered by Faith's comment, but she managed to respond with a shy grin. "Hi, Faith," she replied. "You look beautiful."
Joyce, the ever-observant mother, entered the room, accompanied by Marie, who had a camera in hand. Their proud smiles mirrored the excitement of the evening. "Faith, Dawn, don't you both look wonderful?" Joyce exclaimed.
Dawn couldn't help but tease her mom with a good-natured comment. "I see you have a camera, mom. I take it the old habit is still in effect," she said, a twinkle of affectionate humor in her eyes.
Joyce chuckled softly and nodded; her maternal pride evident. "If you don't mind," she replied, ready to capture this memorable evening with her trusty camera, preserving the special moments of a night that would be cherished for years to come.
Dawn turned to Faith, silently seeking her approval. Faith, with a subtle nod, gave her consent. They moved closer to each other and posed as Joyce readied her camera.
Joyce snapped a picture, capturing the enchanting image of Dawn and Faith side by side in their stunning costumes, a testament to their enduring friendship and the magic of the night.
Marie, not one to miss a photo opportunity, chimed in. "Can I be in one?" she asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "After all, Faith's technically my future girlfriend."
Faith glanced at Dawn; her eyebrow arched in a questioning look. She was clearly surprised by Marie's statement.
Dawn chuckled at her own quirk of time-travel logic. "She's my past, so technically she's right. Even though in this timeline she likely won't be your girlfriend. Regardless, it's up to you," she explained to Faith.
Faith, with a grin and a shrug, agreed. "What the heck," she said. "Come on over here, M."
Marie moved to join Dawn and Faith, who knelt down on either side of her, forming a charming trio. Joyce couldn't help but smile as she looked at the three of them, their friendship spanning different timelines and dimensions. She took another picture, capturing the unique bond that united them.
As Dawn and Faith rose from their kneeling position, Dawn addressed her mother with a loving smile. "Well, mom, I will have Faith back at a decent hour," she assured her, the warmth of her words carrying the promise of a safe and enjoyable evening. With that, they made their way to the door.
Marie lingered for a moment; her eyes filled with a genuine happiness for the other version of herself. "Mom, Buffy," she said, "I'm happy the other me has someone pretty like her."
Joyce and Buffy exchanged knowing glances, sharing in Marie's sentiment. "So am I," they both agreed, the shared understanding of the importance of having someone special to share life's adventures with, whether in this timeline or another, evident in their smiles.
Outside, Dawn and Faith made their way to a sleek black limousine, its elegant presence taking Faith by surprise. "A limo?" she said, a mix of astonishment and gratitude in her voice.
Dawn glanced at her with a small smile, her gaze reflecting the truth. "I'm not hurting for money," she admitted. "When I came back, I was, as I'm sure Buffy told you, inserted into our cousin's family. Originally, they left their money to charity as their only daughter died when Buffy was eight. When I was made Celia's twin, I instantly became their heir. I can only touch the interest for the next few years though."
Faith was taken aback by the generosity but also the depth of Dawn's feelings. "Wow," she said, genuinely moved as they stepped into the luxurious limousine. "You must love me that much to spend that kind of money."
Dawn met Faith's eyes, her expression soft and sincere. "No pressure," she assured, her voice filled with warmth and understanding. "I meant what I said earlier today. We'll take it slow, okay."
Faith's heart swelled with affection as she smiled at Dawn. "Okay," she agreed.
The Bronze
Dawn and Faith stepped into the club, their eyes scanning the crowd until they spotted Willow, who had dressed in an Eskimo outfit with a furry hood and a spear, looking quite unique and eye-catching amidst the dancing crowd.
Dawn couldn't help but comment, a mischievous grin on her face, "She has to be hot."
Faith nodded in agreement, her gaze lingering on Willow for a moment. "Likely," she replied, acknowledging the allure of Willow's costume.
They navigated through the lively atmosphere of the Bronze, searching for a place to sit down. As they settled into a comfortable spot, the conversation took a more serious turn.
Faith, with a thoughtful expression, broached a sensitive topic. "I've seen enough time travel movies to know you aren't supposed to know too much about your future, but..."
Dawn completed her sentence with a nod, understanding her curiosity. "But you're curious."
Dawn proceeded to share the details of their previous timeline, providing Faith with a glimpse into the past that wasn't supposed to be known. "Originally, you didn't arrive until next year, this was after you were called. You and Buffy got along at first, and then you accidentally killed someone, I think it might have been the deputy mayor. You went bad for a while after that and even did time in prison trying to earn your redemption. I was sixteen when you came back to Sunnydale for the battle with the First. Despite the fact you were about six years older, that was when I started falling for you. It wasn't till just before the battle that you reciprocated. Then a few months after the battle, you died protecting me."
"Wow," Faith muttered, her shock evident as she contemplated the life she hoped she never had to live, especially the part about accidentally killing someone. It was a heavy burden she wasn't sure she'd be able to bear. "Now you are here."
Dawn nodded, her gaze warm and understanding. "I came back for Mom and Buffy, primarily," she confessed, "but also for you and for our friends. Giles and Chloe said it was a noble thing that I did coming back. For me, it was selfish, pure and simple. I wanted those I loved back."
Faith's eyes met Dawn's, a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability in her expression. She pondered the idea, wondering if she'd have made the same choice. Her future self, from what Dawn had said, might not have made the same decision. However, the Faith in the here and now, the one she recognized, felt a connection to Dawn's motivation. "How much do you know about me?" she asked, her curiosity and a hint of trepidation in her voice.
Faith sighed, acknowledging the truth in Dawn's words. "The rumors were likely true, if they were what I think they were."
Dawn's hand gently squeezed Faith's, offering comfort and understanding. "Oh, Faith," she said, her voice filled with empathy. "I don't know what it's like to go through that. I do know what it's like to accidentally kill someone, though."
Faith patted Dawn's hand, a gesture of comfort and understanding. "I heard," she admitted, acknowledging her knowledge of Dawn's past. "B told me about Elizabeth, or as you knew her in the future, August. I can't imagine what that did to you to have that blood on your hands. And from what you've said, I hope we can change that so I never have to know."
Dawn's smile conveyed her gratitude and relief. "Thanks," she said, her voice softening as the band began to play a romantic melody. "Care to dance?"
Faith's eyes met Dawn's as she nodded, her curiosity about the dance forming a bridge between their past and the present. "So, who leads?" she asked, her familiarity with dancing primarily rooted in her childhood and occasional dances with boys.
Dawn's response was gentle and reassuring. "You can," she said, placing one hand on Faith's back and offering her other hand for Faith to take. The dance floor beckoned, and they moved into each other's arms. Their movements were a graceful and enchanting dance, a testament to the connection they shared, a blend of their shared history and the promise of a future yet to unfold.
As they swayed to the music, all eyes in the club turned to them, captivated by the striking couple before them. The spotlight of the dance floor cast a warm glow upon Faith's radiant Inca Princess costume and Dawn's elegant Egyptian Princess attire, making them the center of attention.
Dawn's hand rested confidently on Faith's back, guiding their steps with a gentle touch, while Faith, although new to leading in a dance, moved with surprising grace. They moved as one, their connection deepening with every step, every twirl.
The onlookers were enchanted by the sight of the two women dancing together, the chemistry and the unspoken understanding between them evident in every fluid movement. Their smiles, their laughter, and their love for each other painted a picture of a bright and hopeful future, one that had been rewritten and forged through time and destiny.
As the dance continued, Dawn and Faith lost themselves in each other, creating a moment that transcended time and history.
Summers Home
Faith's voice was soft and warm as she spoke, her emotions laid bare, "I enjoyed tonight." Her eyes met Dawn's, a genuine smile gracing her lips. "Thank you for asking me to go."
Dawn's heart swelled with happiness, and her own smile matched Faith's. "You're welcome, Faith," she replied, feeling the connection between them deepen with every passing moment. She sensed the electricity in the air, the palpable attraction, and the shared history that had brought them to this point.
Their gaze held; their feelings unspoken yet understood. In a moment that felt right, Dawn leaned in, and their lips met in a gentle, yet passionate kiss. It was a sweet, lingering connection that spoke volumes about their feelings for each other, a promise of the future and the love that was blossoming between them.
Inside the house, Marie, who had been watching from the living room window, couldn't contain her excitement. A radiant smile lit up her face as she whispered to herself, "Ooh, they're kissing. I'm happy for you, bigger me." Her heart swelled with joy for her counterpart, watching the budding romance unfold before her eyes.
Happy Burger
Night had draped its dark cloak over Sunnydale, California by the time the sleek limousine, its windows opaque, glided into the brightly lit parking lot of Happy Burger. The neon signs blazed in electric hues, casting an otherworldly glow against the plastic mascot—a caricature of a hamburger-man with exaggerated features sinking its sharp teeth into a blood-red burger.
As the near-silent limo approached the garish mascot, a voice emanated from the illuminated menu board behind it. "Welcome to Happy Burger, can I take your order, please?"
In the plush, shadowed recesses of the backseat, Mr. Trick leaned slightly forward. His commanding presence belied by his relaxed demeanor. "Diet soda. Medium."
"That'll be eighty-nine cents at the window, sir," the mechanical voice responded.
Trick pressed the button to raise the tinted window and settled back into the luxurious seat, always conscious of the ominous figure seated beside him. His gaze flickered briefly towards Kakistos, but he avoided prolonged eye contact. The vampire was a formidable sight, ancient and powerful, exuding a palpable aura of menace.
"Sunnydale," Mr. Trick remarked, peering out the window once more as the limousine advanced toward the takeout window. He turned to Kakistos with a sardonic smile. "This town's got charm, don't you think? The locals still know how to address a gentleman. Although, it's not exactly a haven for our kind—mostly the vanilla types here in the 'Dale—but you have to admire that death rate. I've crunched the numbers and, my, it's quite the dark paradise. Makes D.C. look like Mayberry. And no one's even batting an eye. We could blend right in, have ourselves a little fun."
Unamused, Kakistos leaned forward, the plush leather seat crinkling beneath his shifting weight, illuminated by the neon glow of Happy Burger. The lights played on the pink scar that slashed down the right side of his face, a grim reminder of past battles. One of his heavy, cloven hands rested heavily on Trick's knee, exuding a palpable aura of dominance.
"We're here for one thing," Kakistos rumbled, his voice low and menacing.
Trick swallowed nervously, feeling the weight of Kakistos's intent bearing down on him. "Kill the Potential, yeah. Still, big picture…"
At the takeout window, the Happy Burger employee appeared with Trick's soda, providing a welcome distraction. The vampire wasted no time, rolling down the window to retrieve his drink.
"Have a nice night, sir," the teenager said politely.
"Right back atcha," Trick replied with a grin, charmed by the courtesy of the locals even in such dire circumstances.
"The Potential," Kakistos snarled, his patience wearing thin. "I'm going to rip her spine from her body, and I'm going to eat her heart and suck the marrow from her bones."
Trick sighed, a flicker of hunger crossing his features. "Now I'm hungry."
In an instant, Trick's visage transformed into the monstrous countenance of a vampire. With terrifying speed, he reached out of the limo and seized the hapless employee by his uniform shirt, dragging him into the backseat amid the shattering of glass and the young man's terrified screams.
As the limousine peeled away from the Happy Burger parking lot, Trick wasted no time in satisfying his newfound hunger, feeding voraciously on the unfortunate young man's blood.
October 3, 1997 – Friday
Sunnydale High School
In the dimly lit confines of the library, Chloe and Giles stood before Buffy, Dawn, and Faith, the weight of their discussion palpable in the air. It had been a difficult decision, but necessity had dictated that Dawn assume the dual roles of Slayer and Watcher for Faith, given their extraordinary connection from the future.
"Two people have disappeared in the Sunset Ridge district," Chloe began, her voice carrying a serious undertone.
"One of them, a fast food worker, was pulled right out of his order window," Giles added, adjusting his glasses with a grave expression.
"I'm good to patrol. Late-ish, though; I promised mom I'd be home for dinner," Buffy announced, her tone confident yet tinged with responsibility.
"Which means I likely need to be there as well," Faith chimed in, casting a quick glance at Buffy. "Since I am living at your house."
Dawn nodded thoughtfully. "Might not be a bad idea," she agreed. "Get to know mom and Marie as well as Buffy. I'll swing by, then we can leave right after dinner."
"We'll hunt 'em down and kill 'em where they stand," Faith declared, her voice filled with determination and a hint of excitement.
After Buffy, Dawn, and Faith had departed, Giles turned to Chloe, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Faith has rather a lot of zest," he remarked, his British accent giving his words a touch of understatement.
"I've noticed," Chloe replied, a small smile quirking at the corner of her mouth. "I hope Dawn will be able to reign it in as their relationship blooms."
Abandoned Fire Station
In an abandoned firehouse nestled within the gritty underbelly of Sunnydale, shadows danced eerily as vampires meticulously set candles aglow and swung iron censers, their metallic clang echoing in the dimly lit space filled with incense smoke. Around them, ancient chants reverberated, invoking the name of their dark lord. Mr. Trick, ever the city slicker, couldn't hide his disdain for their chosen hideout.
He would have much preferred the opulence of a luxury hotel, with its soft beds and room service. But elder vampires—the old-timers, as he irreverently dubbed them—clung to tradition, preferring the rustic charm of the firehouse's abandoned grandeur.
Despite the plethora of candles casting flickering shadows, the firehouse's overhead lights stubbornly persisted, illuminating the scarred visage of Kakistos, the master vampire. He glanced up as Trick swaggered toward him, his presence commanding attention even among the flickering darkness.
"Mr. Trick," Kakistos rasped in greeting. "Talk to me."
"Check this out," Trick responded eagerly, undeterred by the solemn atmosphere. "This town, this street—it's wired for fiber optics. Plug in a T-3, twenty-five hundred megs per second, and the world's our oyster. We keep things local, where the humans are plentiful and ripe for the taking, but we operate on a global scale. Craving the blood of a fifteen-year-old Filipina? I'm on the Net, and she's here the next day, express air."
Kakistos's reaction was less than enthusiastic. A guttural growl rumbled in his throat as he spoke, his scarred features contorting with displeasure. "I want the blood of the Potential."
Trick sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping with the weight of unwelcome news. "On that note, there's bad news. Rumor has it that this town has two Slayers. I'm not sure how that happens. But they're guarding her."
With a primal growl, Kakistos erupted from his seat, towering over Trick with a menacing glare from his one good eye and the disfigured, scar-crossed one. "I don't care if there are a hundred Slayers!" he snapped, his voice reverberating through the dimly lit firehouse. "I'll kill them all!" With a cruel gesture, he pointed with the thumb of his grotesque, cloven hand toward the scar on his face. "Then the Potential's going to pay for what she did to me."
Grim determination etched on his features, Trick nodded solemnly. "Yeah, she is. I'm running a computer check on every hotel, rooming house, and youth hostel in town."
A sudden knock interrupted their tense conversation. Trick swiftly crossed the room to a nearby table, where he grabbed a large rubber glove—a remnant from the firehouse's former days of operation.
"Meanwhile," Trick informed Kakistos as he slipped on the glove, shielding his hand from the lethal touch of sunlight, "as soon as the sun goes down, we're out in force."
Another knock echoed through the firehouse, prompting Trick's casual saunter toward the door. He glanced back at the assembled vampires with a predatory grin. "Food's here, boys."
Opening the door cautiously, Trick shielded himself from the daylight pouring in. A delivery man stood on the threshold, holding a pizza box. "Hey," the man greeted them, "You guys order a—"
Before the man could finish his sentence, Trick's lightning-fast reflexes seized him, dragging him into the darkness of the firehouse. With a forceful shove, the delivery man was thrown to the ground, where Trick pounced on him with predatory speed, fangs bared in anticipation. The forgotten pizza box lay discarded to the side, soon to be shared among the hungry vampires after Trick had satisfied his primal hunger.
Streets of Sunnydale
Hours after the veil of darkness had settled over Sunnydale, when the streets grew eerily silent and the faintest rustle of a trash bag could betray the presence of nocturnal predators, Buffy and Faith rode in Dawn's car. They patrolled through a particularly grim section of town, where warehouses loomed like silent sentinels and businesses had long since shuttered for the night.
"Didn't we do this street already?" Faith asked, her eyes scanning their surroundings with a hint of impatience.
"Funny thing about vamps," Buffy replied, her tone sharp and focused as she scanned every shadow they passed. "They'll hit a street even after you've been there. It's like they have no manners."
"Well," Faith remarked casually, "you two are the Slayers. That must mean you know what you're doing. You've been doing this the longest."
"Dawn," Buffy called out quietly, motioning to the side where she spotted three shadowy figures moving with predatory grace.
"Do you know how to drive, Faith?" Dawn inquired, her voice tinged with urgency.
"Yeah," Faith answered confidently. "Lady Di had me get my driver's license."
Dawn swiftly maneuvered the car to the side of the road. "As soon as Buffy and I hop out, you get into the driver's seat," she instructed Faith. "Keep the motor running. We might need to make a quick getaway."
With practiced efficiency, Dawn brought the car to a halt. Buffy and she quickly exited, their senses honed and muscles tensed for action. Faith slid into the driver's seat, hands steady on the wheel, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.
Dawn's fist connected solidly with the vampire's jaw, sending him staggering backwards. She wasted no time, swiftly following up with a series of quick punches and kicks, each strike precise and aimed at vulnerable points. The vampire, caught off guard by Dawn's ferocity, struggled to regain his footing.
Meanwhile, Buffy's roundhouse kick met unexpected resistance as the second vampire deflected the blow and retaliated with a brutal punch to her face. Stars exploded in Buffy's vision as she stumbled backwards, momentarily dazed. She shook off the impact, refocusing her attention on the immediate threat before her.
With fearless determination, Dawn charged at the third vampire, driving her shoulder hard into his midsection and slamming him forcefully into a nearby wall. The vampire grunted in pain, momentarily winded by the impact.
Buffy, her combat instincts sharp despite the blow she'd just taken, closed in on the second vampire who had grabbed a hefty two by four. Swinging it with deadly intent, the vampire struck Buffy hard, sending her crashing to the ground. With lightning reflexes, Buffy rolled aside just as the wooden beam smashed down where her head had been moments before.
Not far off, Dawn swiftly executed a skilled maneuver, sweeping the legs out from under the first vampire with a calculated sweep of her own legs. The vampire hit the ground hard, momentarily stunned and vulnerable.
Seizing the opportunity, Buffy wrested the two by four from the second vampire's grasp, her muscles burning with adrenaline-fueled strength. With a primal yell, she lunged forward and jabbed the makeshift weapon into the vampire's gut, eliciting a pained grunt.
In the midst of the chaos, the third vampire, recovering from Dawn's initial onslaught, leapt at her from behind. At the same time, the first vampire delivered a savage punch to the side of Dawn's head, disorienting her momentarily.
Buffy and Dawn locked eyes in a silent exchange, a shared understanding passing between them. With deadly resolve, they both reached for their stakes, the glint of determination in their eyes signaling that the time for playing was over.
"For Kakistos we live... for Kakistos, you die," sneered the third vampire, his voice dripping with venomous loyalty.
With swift, practiced movements, Buffy dispatched the second vampire with a decisive stake through the heart, reducing him to a swirl of dust. She wasted no time, rushing to aid Dawn, who was grappling fiercely with the third vampire. In a fluid motion, Buffy drove her stake through the vampire's back, ending his existence with a burst of ash.
Their attention immediately turned to the final remaining vampire, who had been momentarily distracted by his fallen comrades. Buffy and Dawn moved as one, their movements synchronized in a deadly dance of martial prowess. With synchronized precision, they lunged forward, driving their stakes deep into the vampire's chest. In an instant, he crumbled to dust, leaving no trace of his malevolent existence.
"Buffy! Dawn!" Faith's urgent shout pierced the night air as she spotted Kakistos and five more vampires closing in on them.
Turning swiftly, Buffy and Dawn faced their new adversaries head-on, their expressions hardening with determination as they locked eyes with Kakistos, Mr. Trick, and their approaching companions.
"Stay in the car," Dawn commanded firmly, her voice carrying a blend of concern and authority. She knew Faith's limitations—both physical and emotional. Faith hadn't been called as a Slayer, and the trauma of Diana's death haunted her, leaving her vulnerable in the face of Kakistos's formidable presence. Dawn understood the necessity of protecting Faith, ensuring she remained out of harm's way while Buffy and she confronted the impending threat head-on.
Buffy's combat instincts kicked into high gear as she unleashed a rapid succession of attacks. With a powerful kick, she sent one vampire reeling back, while simultaneously landing a solid punch on another's jaw. In a seamless motion, she drew out her trusty stake, aiming directly for Kakistos.
But Kakistos was quicker than she anticipated. With lightning reflexes, he seized her arm in a vice-like grip and effortlessly hurled her across the room. Buffy collided forcefully with the unforgiving stone wall, the impact knocking the breath from her lungs.
Meanwhile, Dawn was embroiled in her own fierce battle. She swiftly dispatched a third vampire with a well-aimed stake, reducing him to a cloud of dust. As she turned, her eyes locked onto Mr. Trick, who stood before her with a confident smirk.
"I believe this dance is mine," Mr. Trick declared, his voice tinged with amusement.
Dawn wasted no time. Channeling her Slayer strength, she lunged forward, catching Mr. Trick off guard with a powerful strike that knocked him off balance. With practiced agility, she swiftly maneuvered, flipping him over and pinning him to the ground.
"The music stopped," Dawn asserted, her voice firm and resolute as she brandished a fresh stake.
"But the beat goes on. Gimmie whatchya got," Mr. Trick challenged, his grin widening as he sprang to his feet, ready to engage Dawn in a brutal exchange of blows.
Meanwhile, Kakistos, fueled by rage, grabbed a handful of Buffy's hair and yanked her towards him with savage force. His other hand delivered a punishing blow, sending Buffy reeling from the impact, her head spinning from the ferocity of the attack.
Before Dawn could drive the stake into Mr. Trick, another vampire launched himself at her from the shadows. With practiced agility, she sidestepped his attack and expertly flipped him over her shoulder, driving the stake into his heart before he even hit the ground.
Her attention immediately shifted to Buffy, who was held captive by the monstrous Kakistos. "Buffy!" Dawn's voice rang out with urgency as she sprinted towards them, her eyes scanning for any weapon within reach. Spotting a discarded two by four, she snatched it up as she closed the distance.
Meanwhile, Trick, ever the strategist, assessed the situation with cool calculation. "Spirited. If we don't do something, they just might kill him," he remarked to the remaining vampire who moved to assist Kakistos. "I don't think I have a problem with that. Incense, candles, missing the Bulls games 'cause he's too cheap to pop for cable—who's had enough here?" With a decisive nod, he led the other vampire away, leaving the Slayers to their perilous task.
Dawn reached Kakistos just as he tightened his grip on Buffy. Channeling all her strength and determination, she lunged forward, driving the two by four with all her might into Kakistos's chest. The impact was devastating, and Kakistos disintegrated into a cloud of dust, releasing Buffy who fell to the ground, momentarily spent from the ordeal.
"H and H?" Dawn queried breathlessly as they climbed back into the car, concern etching her features.
"Like you wouldn't believe," Buffy admitted, her voice tinged with both exhaustion and a hint of humor.
"What's H and H?" Faith's curiosity peaked from the backseat.
"It's a term you coined in the future," Dawn explained, glancing at Faith through the rearview mirror. "It's short for hungry and horny. Slayers tend to get both after slaying."
"Wicked," Faith chuckled, her tone a mix of amusement and admiration for the sisters' shared bond and unique insights into the world of Slayerhood.