Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Chapter 1
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maryperk73703Chapter 1
Giles dropped into a chair. He took off his glasses, and he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "That was Quentin Travers on the phone," he said softly to the Scoobies. "There wasn't a Slayer called when Faith jumped to close Glory's portal."
"What does that mean?" Jesse asked. He missed his girlfriend of five years. He had planned on asking the dark-haired Slayer to marry him when the apocalypse was over, but she had died saving the world. He knew that the only person who missed Faith more than him was her little sister Hope.
"Travers believes that a previously unknown potential was called at Faith's first death at the hands of the Master." Giles glanced at the Slayer's friends.
There was Jesse, the faith boyfriend. Angel was the vampire stalker that none of them liked. Then you had Willow and Tara, the Wicca lover, and Oz, the lone werewolf who used to date Willow. Lastly there was him, the Watcher. The only remaining member of Faith's family was Hope, her little sister a.k.a. The Key.
"When they find her are they gonna to send her here?" Willow asked. She really missed Faith. It had taken them almost two years to become the best of friends. It hadn't helped that the Slayer had been standoffish, and Willow had been abnormally shy.
"Most likely. Sunnydale has the most active Hellmouth in the world," Giles answered.
"And we're just supposed to welcome her with open arms?" Hope grumbled.
"I'm sure after four years that she is confused about her powers," Angel said. "It's our duty to help her adjust." Faith had never given him a chance. He was sure this new Slayer would be grateful for his guidance.
The group of friends started to prepare for the arrival of the newest Slayer. Angel made sure the practice room was clean and the weapons polished. Willow and Tara found a nice little apartment for the Slayer. Oz spread the word that a Slayer was coming to Sunnydale. Jesse and Hope continued to mourn for Faith. Giles conferred with Lydia Chalmers, the watcher sent to take on the new Slayer. The Council felt that the new Slayer would now be drawn to the Hellmouth to take on her duties.
One night after the young adults left the Bronze after a night of dancing, Oz's attention was distracted by a fight in an alley. As they stood there watching a petite blond dervish demolish a gang of fledglings, it dawned on them that the new Slayer was in Sunnydale.
"So, you all gonna stand around like a bunch of lumps on a log, or are you gonna help?" the young woman called out.
Oz and Jesse were about to leap forward to help when a voice sounded from the other end of the alley.
"Thought you had it pretty well under control, pet." A bleached blond man stepped into the light. He was dressed all in black except for a relief of red peeking out from under his long black duster. He carried a crossbow over his left shoulder.
"Spike's quite right, Buffy." A taller, leaner man dressed in a long sleeved button shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows and slacks stood next to the bleached blond. He also carried a crossbow. "You're doing splendid. I've taught you well," he added with a hint of sarcasm.
"Assholes," Buffy muttered. She staked the last two vampires at the same time. "Why do I put up with you?"
"You love us," Spike replied. He stalked over to Buffy, used his free arm to pull her close, and he covered her lips with his own.
"Must you do that in public?" the tall man asked.
Buffy pulled away from Spike. "Hush, Wesley. You're a Watcher. So, watch!" She giggled when Wesley rolled his eyes.
"Kinky, Slayer," Spike purred, "But it appears Oxford's not our only audience."
"Um, hi." Willow waved. "You must be the new Slayer. I mean, of course you are. Otherwise your guy wouldn't have called you that. We didn't know you had a Watcher. The Council didn't even know you existed until ... well... um... Faith died again."
"Breathe, Will," Tara said softly.
"Oh, right, that's always good advice." Willow took a few deep breaths.
A growl echoed off the high building walls. The Scoobies turned to see Angel in full game face enter the alley behind them. He stalked towards them in a menacing way. "Get away from them, Spike."
"Well, hello, Gramps," Spike shouted the greeting out in a mock jovial way. "Long time, no see."
"What are you doing here?" Angel snarled.
"Lawson, old man, come out and say hello to your Father," Spike called out over his shoulder.
"Howdy, chief." Another dark-haired man stepped out of the shadow. He was young, handsome, and wore a pea coat over dark clothing.
Buffy's eyes opened wide. "So, this is Angleus? He doesn't look like much."
"He's got a soul," Hope piped up. "He's been good for over a hundred years."
"Oh hear that, Lawson," Spike chortled. "He was 'good' when he turned you."
The Scoobies stepped back in surprise. They suddenly looked at the newcomers with new eyes. Just how many of them were vamps. Maybe all of them were.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Spike and Lawson are vamps. Wes and I are all with the living. Now can anyone recommend a cheap hotel?"
"W-we got you an apartment." Tara smiled shyly. "I don't think it's big enough for four."
Jesse suddenly blurted out, "You have a Watcher? Giles said they didn't seem to know anything about you."
"Well, sorta." Buffy smiled at Wesley. "Wes was supposed to be a Watcher, but he quit. Now he hangs out with us. Now about that apartment, it'll probably be okay for my mom. She usually doesn't live with the rest of us, and I prefer she stays someplace that doesn't have a vampy invite."
"Your mom's here?"
"She'll be arriving tomorrow with the rest of the crew." Buffy stared at the gaping faces of the Sunnydale crew. She was too tired to deal with all their questions at the moment. "The hotel? I'm pooped."
"The Sunnydale Motor Inn is cheap and clean," Oz said.
"Sounds good." Buffy nodded. "Wes and Sam will get us rooms. Can one of you give us a tour? Show us the Hellmouth?"
"I will," Oz offered. He turned to the other Scoobies. "I'll give them directions to the hotel. See ya later." He went over to join Buffy and her gang.
"Thanks, Oz." Willow smiled at the young man. She still felt a tinge of guilt for dumping him for Tara. It was her fault she fell in love with someone else.
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Oz gave the ex-Watcher and the dark-haired vampire the directions they needed before he took the blonds on a whirlwind tour of the Hellmouth. He started with the actual Hellmouth.
"It looks like a burned out school," Buffy observed. "Been there, done that."
"The Hellmouth's under the library." Oz shrugged. "The school was blown up at Graduation."
"That's going out with a bang," Buffy giggled. "Well, it seems pretty quiet now. Any other hot spots?"
"The Bronze and Willy's, the demon bar," Oz replied.
"Where do you lot have your little soiree's?" Spike asked.
"Giles owns the Magic Box down on Main Street. We usually meet there."
"Cool. Guess we'll see you tomorrow." Buffy put out her hand. "It was great to meet you, Oz." The Slayer and the werewolf shook hands.
Oz watched the two blonds melt into the darkness. They intrigued him more than he could say. The last year, since he and Willow had broken up, he felt like he didn't belong with the old gang anymore. Nothing that <I>they</I> had done, of course. It was all him. Sometimes he felt like he had to fight for control or hide who he was. He didn't like that. Oz strolled back towards his van.
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"What do you mean, she has a Watcher?" Lydia bellowed. "The Council didn't even know of her existence till recently."
"His name is Wes, and she says he quit, if that's any help," Jesse replied.
"Wes?" Lydia's eyebrows scrunched together. "Is he tall, kinda geeky, and wears glasses?"
"Why, yes! I am!" Wesley chirped with a laugh.
The Sunnydale crew turned to see that the newest members of their town had walked into the Magic Box undetected. They recognized Buffy, Spike, Wes, and Lawson, but none of the others. Although one older lady looked enough like Buffy for them to guess that she was the Slayer's mother.
"Come in," Giles said as diplomatically as he could. "I'm Rupert Giles, Faith's Watcher. This is Lydia Chalmers, your Watcher."
"I have a Watcher," Buffy replied.
"You will have to stop consorting with vampires, Miss Summers," Lydia said in a pompous voice. She'd been informed about the Sunnydale team's run in with the new Slayer and her vampires the night before. No Slayer of hers was going to be hanging around vampires.
"I will do no such thing." Buffy lifted one eyebrow, and the Scoobies could see the Slayer peeking through.
Spike leaned down to whisper in Buffy's ear. "Maybe we should tell her which vampire you are mated to." He leaned back again with a smirk on his face. No one was taking Buffy away from him. Neither of them would allow that to happen. If this group didn't like it, they would head back to L.A. where they came from.
"Do you have any idea who he is?" Angel snarled as he walked out of the workout room. He'd spent the better part of the day grumbling and brooding over the presence of his childer.
"Of course I know who he is. He's William the Bloody, duh." Buffy wondered if Angelus was an idiot. "Slayer of Slayers, actually, and a damned fine kisser."
