Eden
by Anat

Buffy yawned and left back to the dorms. No Angel. No Rileyrileynothing.

And she was so tired. It will be sunrise soon anyway. She'll be much stronger after a few hours of sleep.

She turned to walk away when she heard a noise behind her.

She froze. Someone was there behind her.

Buffy turned around sharply, sending out her arm, hitting a girl in the face. The girl seemed careless, and hit Buffy right back.

"All right stop it!" Buffy shook the girl off her back.

"Are you Buffy?" the girl asked.

"Yeah..." Buffy answered cautiously, standing still in defense position.

"I'm Agatha, the vampire slayer".

Angelus watched Faith grabbing the frightened guy and pulling him into their hiding place in the sewer. "I'm sooo hungry!" she said, leaning in to bite him, he was shaking with fear. Angelus raised his eyebrow when Faith leaped backwards. "Ouch!" she cried out.

"What's wrong?" he moved closer.

Faith didn't give up and tried to bite him again. "Argh! I can't bite him!" she winced. "It's like an electrifying force frying my

brain".Angelus moved in to bite the guy, vamping out. He pierced the guy's neck, drinking. "I can. What's wrong with you?" he dropped the body to the floor. Faith sniffed the wound in the dead guy's neck and started nibbling on it, sucking the last drops of blood from his body.

"That's so weird", she said, licking her lips.

Angelus shrugged. "We'll have to catch another one for you. We don't have much time until sunrise though and those crazy toy soldiers are out there too".

"I need someone to eat! I'm starving!" Faith said angrily.

They walked out. They saw a man getting out for work in the early morning.

Faith grabbed him, sporting her game face and growled. She tried to bite him and jumped back again.

"Dammit!" She cursed as Angelus burst out in laughter.

She watched as he fed of the guy.

Taking only a few sips, Angelus let Faith drink the rest of the blood.

She drank eagerly, draining the man out.

They headed towards the sewers again.

"That's not fair! You get to feed, I get the leftovers!"

"Those guys probably did something to you. I heard them saying they tagged you. I guess that's it". He said after he finished laughing at her.

"They're going to pay for it!" Faith gritted her teeth.

"Oh no, not another one", Buffy huffed looking at the girl. "How old are you?"

"Fifteen. I'm gonna be 16 in 4 months".

"Good for you. So since when you're a vampire slayer?" Buffy asked, the sun was already up and they started walking. Buffy was leading the way to Giles apartment.

"My watcher came to me last week. He said my destiny awaits. He said I had to come here to join forces with the old slayer".

"Old? He actually used the word 'old'??" Buffy stopped walking.

"Yeah. Anyway, I only got to kill my first vampire last night. My watcher said the bad slayer died. And that you will help me".

Buffy looked down. "Faith died..." she whispered.

"My watcher had to stay in Michigan", she explained. "He said a good friend of his used to be your watcher... Rupert Giles?"

"Yeah", Buffy opened the door. Xander, Anya, Willow and Cordelia were there sleeping, scattered all over the room.

"Morning!" She called out. Xander stirred on the couch. "I didn't do it!" he called out.

Buffy curved her face. Cordelia woke up. "What time is it?" she yawned.

"6:30 or so", Buffy said moving closer.

"AM? Are you normal?? Oh wait, I know the answer", Cordy sighed and got up.

Willow woke up too, and looked at Buffy with bleary eyes.

"What's up?" she asked.

"This is Agatha. She's the new slayer. Faith is dead". Buffy said quietly. Everyone stared at her.

"Well, I don't wanna say 'yay', but Faith was evil". Willow said.

"I'm not so sure... or maybe I am... " Buffy wrinkled her nose. "Or not".

She sighed.

"I wish Giles was here..."

Giles looked at Wesley, it was night in their area. They just left Galachi, and headed towards the presumed location of the gypsy camp in the woods.

"We are close to Transilvania county", Wesley said.

"Oh yes. The big myth of Dracula", Giles said taking off his glasses and cleaning them with his handkerchief.

"It's fiction, Wesley. The vampires activity in this area, is not higher than other places. There's not even a hellmouth here".

"Not that we know of", Wesley said.

They heard footsteps behind them and stared at each other, terrified.

Giles turned around quickly holding out a cross.

"Tourists?" the man who was wearing worn off clothes stared at them, blinding them with a flashlight.

Giles lowered the stakes. "We're... um, passing by..."

"Well, you're trespassing!" the man snapped at them in heavy accent.

"We were not aware this was private property", Wesley said.

The man lighted a sign with his flashlight. "Loc al mau. Intraria nu ye parmisa". Wesley read out the sign and scratched his head. "Private property... no entry permitted..." he whispered. "Well.. we didn't see the sign in the dark", he said. "I apologize".

"Go back to the city. Evil things are in the woods!" the man pointed his finger at them.

"Ah, we're looking for a gypsy clan. The kalderah, I believe they are located here". Giles said.

"The Kalderah people", the man sneered. Giles and Wesley looked at his rotten teeth, and his stench of his alcoholic breath was heavily noticed. "What is left of them. Who survived the animals of the night, died by the human animals that hunted them down in the war. And the rest scattered all over Europe and the world".

He looked at them, rubbing his thick bristles.

"What do you want of us?"

"Lead us to your elder". Giles asked.

The man started walking and the two british men followed him.

"Stop", the man held out his hand and the two stopped walking.

"You be quiet now. The children are sleeping".

Giles and Wesley looked around at the gypsy camp. A few caravans stood in a circle. Lamps were above each door. A fireplace was in the middle of the ground between the caravans. A few horses were tied to a short fence, not far from there, and the stench of their excrement was in the air.

The fire was dim.

A man walked out of one of the trailers. "Been out drinking all night again ah?" the man sounded angry. He looked at the strangers.

"You. The elder woman was expecting you".

He led them inside the trailer. An old wrinkled woman was staring at them.

"The spirits said you are coming to seek our help", the woman spoke in Rumanian but the man translated it.

"Yes, we come to beg for the lost soul of Angelus", Giles talked slowly.

"There is no way!" The man said, even though the woman didn't speak.

"He lost his soul again. By something-"

The woman talked, interrupting Giles. "His soul was restored by the spirits. It is men work to have taken it back", the man translated.

"We were thinking..." Wesley started talking. "Of giving him his soul back. Permanently". He said. "Angel helps a lot of people".

"He was meant to suffer! Not to help people!" the man spoke on his own again.

The woman talked again and the man looked amazed at Giles.

"You knew Jannah?" he asked.

"Jannah?" Giles seemed confused.

"She left to America. When she was a young child. How she was called? Jennifer".

"Jenny..." Giles whispered, taken aback.

"She was my daughter. Your friend has killed her and my brother".

"I know. But even Jenny..." he swallowed. "Jenny knew it wasn't Angel. She tried to give him his soul back".

The man sighed. "I know".

The woman spoke again. "We shall give you the spell to restore your friend's soul. Our transcription was lost during the war, when the nazis hunted us down. But to know if it is permanent will be the spirits choice".

"How do we know, then?"

"You will know".

"That's it?"

"You have to change only a little the words in the spell you have tried the last time. The spirits wants you to leave now". The man handed him a piece of paper. "And never call for us again. This is for Jannah alone, we do this".

Part Ten

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