A Childe Awakens

A fortnight had passed since Sebastian's abrupt arrival in Sunnydale and he had already started slipping into life in the town with remarkable ease. On top of all the slayers in training camped out in the house, Buffy had offered to let him stay, but he'd turned her down, he'd found a decent enough motel not far away. 
"I must admit, it's all rather strange," Giles commented as they trained in the basement, "it took me a lot longer than this to settle in." Buffy delivered a three punch combo followed by a sharp kick. Giles steadied the punch bag.
"Yeah, well," she began between punches, "he's younger and more funky than you, what do you expect? He's of the MTV generation Giles, what did you think would happen?"
"Yes, well, be that as it may....what do you mean, he's more funky than me? I'll have you know..." They were interrupted by sounds from the garden. Buffy looked up. "Huh, Kennedy's started them early. She's dedicated, alright."
"Yes," Giles' mused "She is most promising. Easily the most skilled of them all. And she's a born leader." 
"Please Giles, she questions me every chance she can." 
"As, I recall, a certain blond Slayer did with her Watcher in the beginning." She glanced down at her feet, "Yeah well, you were stuffy and old, what did you expect?"
"Dedication, loyalty, care. I got them all, Buffy. I couldn't have asked for a better slayer." He smiled. "I've done some checking. You might be interested to know that you are the longest active slayer in history, and also the one with the most deaths."
"Really?" she smiled "I'm special amongst all the special people? Do I get a little umbrella for this?" He smiled and opened his mouth to respond when the door to the  basement opened. Sebastian stood framed in the doorway. "Damn," Buffy whispered under her breath "He likes the dramatics almost as much as Angel." Giles smiled softly.
"He does have a flare for making his presence known, yes." Sebastian took a step forward. "Kennedy asked me to ask you to go out in the garden and help her train the others." 
"Kennedy asked?" Buffy said, starting up the stairs. Sebastian backed up and let her through the door, smiling a little. "Actually, no, she told me to tell you to go to the garden."
"That's the Kennedy I know." Buffy answered with a smile, walking through the kitchen headed for the back door. Just then, she heard the front door open and Xanders' voice filtered through to them.
"Hey, Buffy! I've come about that training equipment you wanted making for the basement." Sebastian patted her on the back and pushed her gently towards the door.
"Go show them which way to hold a stake, I'll look after him. I make a good host."
She smiled "Thanks, they need it." 

He walked into the living room. "Hi Xander, she's out back, showing the girls the tricks of the trade. I said I'd play the gracious host." Xander bristled slightly as Bastian entered the room. He wasn't sure why, but whenever that guy entered a room, he felt like he was under a microscope. And it wasn't a comfy microscope at that.  But there was something about him, Xander had to admit. The guy had something. Charm? Wit? Britishness? He snorted a laugh, Bastian looked taken aback.
"So, mocking my hosting skills, are we? Well, we'll see about that." He turned to head back to the kitchen when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Xander very close. He could see every nuance of the face, every line, every little, almost invisible scar. He took a breath. 'Oh boy, you so don't have time for this.' he thought.
"Woah, no mocking." said Xander, "No mocking, just teasing. Honest." he raised his hand in a boy scout salute. Their eyes met for a few moments then Xander stepped back, raising his hands slightly, as if to protect himself. "Oh woah. I'm gonna go check out that basement, take some measurements. Can I have a coffee?" He hurried down into the basement, hearing Bastian's distant "Sure" as he descended the stairs. 'Nice one Bastian, what would Liz say if she could see you now?' Sebastian thought to himself. 'Can't even make first contact without sending him scurrying for cover.' With dark thoughts flitting through his mind, he finished making the coffee.

That night

"So, who's your boss?" the seductive voice asked. The vampire looked up from where he lay on the ground, cradling his hand and broken finger. The petite red head stood over him, hands on her hips and looking down at him like he was something she had stepped on. 
"Y-you are." The red head smiled, bent down, grabbed him by the collar and hauled him to his feet. She lightly brushed some dirt from his shirt. 
"That's better." she said and walked away, her companion joining her. Their army was growing fast, the slayer and her new male friend had been busy. They had slain nearly 30 vampires in two weeks and every single one had agreed to work for her, when faced with the other option. Of course, she didn't always tell them about that to start with, she had to have some fun, didn't she? She laid a hand on Amy, who turned to face her as they walked. Willow smiled,
"Take him to the lair, I'm hungry. Gonna eat a puppy." Amy smiled back.
"Have fun, and watch out for her." Willows smile dropped a little.
"You're no fun."Amy laughed. "Maybe, but soon, soon, we'll have carnage and flames and puppies in chains," At this Willow grinned - this girl was so easy to manipulate! Amy continued, oblivious to the thoughts racing through her partners brain, "and that's worth the wait."