Starring:

 

Felicia Day as Vi

Indigo as Rona

Vibeke Stene as Katrine

Dania Ramirez as Caridad

Simone Simons as Anna

Shakira Meberak as Isabella

And Anthony Stewart Head as Giles

 

*

 

Shadows danced across the sidewalk as three men hurried up an alleyway late at night, taking a shortcut through the dark streets of New York City. One of them threw a glance over his shoulder, let out a groan and continued to run, as a lithe figure pursued them closely. They continued to run, and their hunter continued to give chase. She was only a girl, a teenager, of medium height, with shiny red hair that reached her shoulders. She held a wooden stake tightly in one hand.

  “Let’s just stop and kill her,” one of the men growled. “She’s no match for three of us.”

  “She’s a slayer you idiot,” one of the others snapped. “You ever fought a slayer before? Hard as nails.”

  “I heard there were a bunch of them now,” the last commented, as they continued their flee. “Something to do with Sunnydale. I bet she’s not even trained. We can take her.”

 Grinning, the men stopped running and turned on the spot…only to find the girl no longer behind them. The men’s faces changed, becoming feral and demonic. Their grins were soon replaced with looks of worry. “Where’d she go?” 

  “Boo!” The vampires spun around and found not just the slayer who had been chasing them, but two others, stood behind them. One of them was black, about seventeen like the others, with long black hair. The other was taller, white, with dark hair and a confident smirk on her face.

  “Its called karma boys,” the black girl winked. “Always comes back to bite ya in the ass.”

 Without so much as a warning, the black girl struck one of the vampires in the nose with an open palm. The vampire cried out in pain as a spray of blood invaded the air. She spun into a kick without giving him a chance to recover, and lead him away from the others with a volley of attacks.

  “Take your pick, Shannon,” the redhead smiled casually, waving her stake around for the vampires to see. They both turned and ran.

  “Oh no you don’t,” Shannon grinned. “Vi, left is mine.”

  “Be my guest,” Vi nodded as Shannon gave chase to one of the vampires. Vi simply launched her body forward and released the stake from her hand, watching the projectile fly through the air and sink into the other vampire’s back, resulting in an explosion of dust. Vi watched as Shannon caught up with her vampire, and threw herself onto his back, taking them both down. As the slayer and vampire both flew back to their feet, Shannon made sure she got the first hit in, clocking the vampire in the face. He tried to throw a punch back at her, but she caught her wrist in a steel grip and twisted his arm round with a snap, before burying her stake in his chest. The two slayers turned to Rona, to see that she was also dusting her clothes off. Her vampire was nothing more than a pile of ashes.

   “Cocky bastards, ain’t they?” Rona asked, as the trio headed towards the end of the alleyway.

  “Give it time,” Vi shrugged. “Word will spread soon enough; do not mess with us again.”

 

*

 

 Vi yawned loudly and obviously as she walked down the corridor of the academy dormitories, purposely aggravating two watchers who were stood nearby, comparing note files. The young slayer had a knack for reminding the new council members exactly who it was who went out and patrolled the city of New York late at night, slaying vampires, while the watchers sat at home doing the paperwork. She smiled to herself, as the two watchers hurried away.

 A lot of people treated her like that. She was one of the only survivors of the Sunnydale incident present in the New York Head Quarters of the Watchers Council. Rona, Shannon, Chao Ahn and Caridad were also there with her, and they received the same treatment. It was almost as if people were scared to talk to them. When new slayers arrived from all over the world, to be trained and educated, they would hear stories from the girls who had been there longer, and would pick up on their habits. There were a few exceptions though.

 Of course, there was Rupert Giles. But being the Head Watcher, and effectively in charge of all the Council’s affairs, people showed him nothing but respect. He was the only member of the original “Scooby gang” who still played an active role in the training and education of young slayers. Willow and Kennedy had traveled to South America, to find slayers there, Xander had gone to Africa to do the same. Buffy and Dawn had moved to Italy to live out the long-awaited normal lives. Faith and Robin were based in Cleveland, also training slayers, and keeping tabs on the hell mouth there. Everyone was still recovering from the collapse of Sunnydale and The First’s attacks. It was hard to believe it had already been three months since they had escaped.

 In that time, much had changed. Giles, Willow and Buffy had set up the Watcher’s Council once more, which now had HQ’s in New York City, London, and Paris. They were quite confident that no senior members of the old council had survived, so they set about finding junior members and finding new watchers to train. Of course, their main objective was to find as many slayers as possible and to start training them. All this was possible thanks to a rather large amount of funds located in the bank accounts of the old council.

 It was a tremendous task, to build up the resources, information, contacts, and most importantly, respect, that the old council had commanded, but thanks to the dedication of Giles and the new watchers and slayers, things were improving every day.

 As Vi reached the dining hall, the redhead looked around the vast room, to find the table where her friends would be sat. Before she’d had much of a chance to look, two figures suddenly sprung upon her - Rona and Katrine. Rona was another survivor from the Sunnydale incident, who had remained Vi’s friend throughout the formation of the council. Katrine was an eighteen year old Dutch slayer, who was normally dressed in black clothes and dark make-up, to match her black hair. Katrine had been found wondering Holland, slaying vampires without skill, and having little knowledge of what she actually was, until she had been sent to the council. Now she was quite happily settled in.

  “There you are!” Rona gasped excitably. “You’ll never guess what’s happened.”

  “What?” Vi said, clueless as to why the dark-skinned slayer was so excited.

  “That new girl, Anna, she told Ashlee where to go,” Rona grinned. “Right in front of everyone, it was so funny.”

  “Why?” Vi asked curiously.

  “Its Ashlee, do you need a reason?” Katrine said darkly. Ashlee was one girl that very few civil people could get along with. She was bitchy, gossipy, and arrogant enough to make the general population hate her passionately.

  “She was bitching to her friends about only speaking to girls who spoke English,” Rona explained. “Obviously aiming it at Anna. No wonder the girl snapped, you don’t go around saying things like that.”

  “Where is Anna from anyway?” Vi asked, watching the new girl gracefully clear her table of the remains of her breakfast.

  Holland,” Katrine grinned. “Funnily.”

  “Well at least you found someone other than Mr. Giles and Michelle who speak Dutch,” Vi smiled.

  “Katrine!” Came a voice.

  “Speaking of the watcher,” Rona muttered. The slayers turned and watched as a tall woman made her way through the crowd of teenagers. She had long black hair, and wore an impeccable white suit. She walked in a very business-like manner. This was Michelle, a watcher who had discovered Katrine in Holland and brought her back to the council for training.

  “I wanted to talk to you,” Michelle said in a strong Finnish accent. “You may know that we have a shortage of watchers at the moment, so I have also been assigned to watch over Anna, I hope you do not mind.” Katrine shook her head slightly. “Good. Then I will meet you after classes in the gym, I believe you get your timetables today.”

  “Okay,” Katrine smiled, and Michelle nodded slightly, and hurried off. Michelle was a busy woman, and was actually Giles’ second in command, being an experienced watcher who had retired before the destruction of the old council, and had returned at Giles’ request. Vi and Rona had both been assigned to be Giles’ slayers, much to the jealously of many of the other girls.

  “Hey girls, timetables,” Caridad said, as she appeared from the crowd, holding a stack of papers. She gave one to each of the slayers, and moved on across the room.

  “Thanks Caridad,” Vi smiled, and looked down at her timetable. The variety of subjects was astonishing. Apart from the physical expectations of the council training program, such as hand-to-hand, gymnastics, and weapon skills, the slayers over sixteen were also expected to learn basic subjects like Math and English, along with complex and obscure subjects such as Demonology, Mysticism and Philosophy.  Rona groaned loudly.

  “Are you guys sure this ‘new council’ isn’t as bad as the old one?” Rona asked. “They’re making us take Math.”

  “But at least we get to play with cool weapons and stuff,” a small voice offered. The older slayers turned and regarded the ten year old girl stood near them. Selena was the youngest slayer to be found to date, and had been sent to the New York branch all the way from Sydney.

  “Ha, think again shrimp,” Vi said affectionately. “You don’t get to play with weapons until you’re twelve.”

  “No way, that sucks,” Selena frowned deeply. The older slayers smiled in response.

  “Come on kiddo,” Rona said. “Lets get some breakfast before lessons start.”

 The small group of slayers worked their way through the crowd of council members, which included dozens of slayers, watchers, and spell casters. They finally reached a table in the middle of the dining hall, where Caridad was sat, now free of timetables, with a tall blonde girl. This was Isabella, a slayer who had traveled from Columbia to live within the council. She had exotic features and a kind smile always on her face. She was also an instructor, who would teach gymnastics, and rumor had it that she was also teaching Tango on the side.

  “Hi guys,” Isabella smiled brightly. The slayers all responded and sat down at the table. “What do you all have first lesson?”

  “Slayer History,” Vi replied.

  “Me too,” Katrine nodded thoughtfully. “It should be interesting, learning about slayers of the past.”

  “I have hand-to-hand,” Rona shrugged. “I guess it’s mostly for the new girls who don’t even know how to throw a decent punch.”

  “It’s not just for them,” Caridad frowned slightly. “I mean, even more experienced slayers need to continue their training, right?”

  “I guess,” Rona replied. “I’m just kinda anxious to get started properly, and get past all this basic crap.”

 The girls nodded in understanding, and turned their attention away as breakfast was served.

 

*

 

 After breakfast, Vi and Katrine made their way to the second floor of the main academy, where they were meant to find room 206. After a little bit of a detour in the fact that Ashlee had cornered a fifteen year old slayer named Laura, and yelling at her for wearing the same shoes, the girls finally found the classroom, being followed by Laura. There were a small group of slayers stood waiting outside the door; it seemed the teacher was running late.

 After a ten minute wait, the girls all looked up as a young blonde man came hurrying towards them. He wasn’t how any of them had expected. He must have been about twenty one years old, and he was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. Vi had heard of this man - a young watcher from Florida, who was apparently quite knowledgeable despite his age. Scott Herring. He smiled charmingly at the group of slayers, and rooted through his pockets for a key with one hand, as he steadied his pile of books with the other.

 Finally finding his key, he unlocked the door and hurried inside, motioning for the girls to follow him and sit down. The classroom was pretty basic - chairs, teacher’s desk, and a large white board, nothing particularly exciting. The girls quickly found their places, and Vi, Katrine and Laura made a point of sitting right at the back. A group of girls who were sat at the front of the class were giggling at Scott Herring, clearly smitten with his good looks and charm.

  “Well, hi guys,” Scott finally said, sitting down on the edge of his desk. “My name’s Scott and I’ll be teaching you Slayer History for this year. Now, I’ll just do a register and then we’ll move on to our first lesson.”

 After the register was taken and everyone was accounted for, Scott set up a projector, and projected the image of a drawing onto the board. It was a woman, a primitive, fierce-looking woman, with a spear in one hand. She had wild tattered clothing, and wild matted hair, with face paint covering her face. This being a Slayer History lesson, it was clear that she could only be a slayer.

  “Now,” Scott said. “Does anyone have any idea who she is?”

  “The First Slayer,” Laura spoke out suddenly, surprising everyone. Vi blinked, and gave her a ‘how did you know that?’ look. The younger girl shrugged, and blushed furiously as everyone in the room looked at her.

  “Very good,” Scott grinned. “Yes, absolutely right. Seneya, First of the Chosen Ones. This woman is where the source of your power lies. She is the origin of your birthright. Not nearly enough is known about whom she was, what her life was like. But thanks to Buffy Summers, and some secret documents in the Old Council’s vaults, we know enough to speculate. We know that three men, known simply as the Shadow Men, forced a demonic essence into Seneya, through a somewhat barbaric ritual - the essence of Seneya, and the essence of this demon, created the power of the slayer. Seneya battled vampires around the village in which she lived, protecting its people, but when they became fearful of her power, they banished her into the deserts of Africa. From this, we know she traveled wherever life took her, slaying vampires and demons. We don’t know how long she lived; only that she was a fierce warrior.”

  “What about the Shadow Men?” Chao Ahn asked in her broken accent.

  “They came to be known as the Watchers’ Council,” Scott grinned thinly. “Or at least, others came and took over from the Shadow Men, and laid their claim to the power of the next generations of slayers. I’m sure some of you know about the actions and, some would say, misjudgments of the old Council. They laid claim to a power that was never theirs. It’s yours. And don‘t let anyone tell you different.”

 Vi smiled broadly. A lot of other slayers did too. Scott was going to be one of the popular ones. Bethany de la Croix however, was not destined to be as popular.

 On the other side of the academy complex, inside the slayers’ gym, Rona stood in front of a group of slayers, her arms folded defensively across her chest. Caridad stood slightly to her left, a worried expression on her face, and Shannon was stood a little to her right, wearing a slight smirk on her face. Bethany de la Croix was a brunette young woman of about twenty five, granddaughter of Ariana de la Croix, who had been a well-respected watcher of the old council. She was dressed in work-out clothes, as were the slayers.

  “I ain’t gonna hit you lady,” Rona argued.

  “Why ever not?” The watcher replied in a slight French accent. “I can assure you, you won’t harm me.”

  “Have you ever even met a slayer?” Rona countered. “Ever seen what they can do? Some of us here have taken down Turok-Han, imagine what we can do a skinny ass brunette chick.”

  “A skinny ass brunette chick, such as Faith Lehane?” Bethany grinned. Caridad giggled.

  “Fine, it’s your funeral,” Rona shrugged and swung a punch at Bethany. To her surprise, and everyone else’s, Bethany easily ducked the blow, and sent a kick to Rona’s heels that left the young slayer sprawling on the mats.

  “Sloppy,” Bethany announced. “If I were a demon of some sort, your ankle would be broken now. You may be strong Rona, and skilled, and you may have faced an army of Turok-Han, but you are not indestructible by any means, and you are not beyond basic training, which Miss. Summers and her friends seem to have left out of your Sunnydale regime.”

  “Hey, leave Buffy out of this,” Shannon spat. “If it wasn’t for her, we’d all be dead right now. Watchers train slayers, not other slayers.”

  “Yeah, I didn’t see you or no other watcher offering us help when the world was coming to an end,” Rona added. “Buffy did the best she could to prepare everyone.”

  “This isn’t a debate about Buffy Summers and her actions,” Bethany argued. “And I do not wish to deconstruct her work, or your work. But you were just bested by someone with no supernatural power at all. Your training is not adequate, and that is why you are all here.”

  “To get kicked in the ankle?” Rona shot back.

  “To learn how to survive as long as possible,” Bethany said sternly. “As your friend Faith is so fond of saying - first rule of slaying is ‘don’t die’.”

  “I don’t intend to,” Rona replied.

  “Then let’s carry on then shall we?” Bethany smiled, and the group assembled for instruction.

 

*

 

 An hour later, Vi and Katrine’s class had found their way down to their second lesson of the day, which was to be held in the large hall next to the cafeteria. The lesson was to be Weapon Skills, and some of the more naïve girls were under the impression that they would be learning how to use fancy swords and crossbows, but Vi knew that they would be starting with basic stake skills and quarter staffs. The girls looked around as the doors to the room opened, and a young woman strode towards them, wearing a short white dress and heels. Her long brown hair was twisted into an elegant knot on the back of her head.

  “Hi guys,” she cracked a grin at their looks. She had a slight English accent. “Sorry about the attire, I was just in a meeting with the council heads. Now, my name is Regina Holton, but I’d much rather you called me Reggie. Regina is a horrid name.”

 Many of the girls giggled, and Reggie continued to smile.

  “Now,” Reggie continued. “I’m here to teach you girls how to handle weapons. For the first semester we will be focusing on basic weapon skills; stakes, staffs, swords. Next semester we will work on Medieval weaponry, and then after that some more contemporary and Oriental designs.”

  “Will we get to play with missile launchers?” Laura smirked.

  “Maybe next year,” Reggie replied. Some of the girls looked around excitedly at each other, clearly thinking Reggie was serious. Katrine looked at Vi and rolled her eyes. Vi giggled. “Now if you girls would like to choose a partner each, we’ll get started.”

 

*

 

 An hour after their hand-to-hand lesson, Rona, Caridad and Shannon, along with the other girls in their class, sat around desks in a room on the top floor of the academy, while Michelle stood at the front of the room in her immaculate white suit. Along with her high position within the council, and her other watcher duties, Michelle was an instructor in Demonology. The slayers watched interestedly as Michelle projected an image onto the board, an image portraying a garden variety vampire.

  “Welcome to your first Demonology class,” Michelle said in her strong Finnish accent. “Today we will be focusing on the creature that you are most likely to come into contact with first, as many of you already have, the common vampire.”

  “We already know about vampires,” Ashlee said, her lip twisted in disgust. “Undead, blood suckers, who die when you poke them with wood. We got the memo already.”

  “Very well, then perhaps you could tell me the origins of the vampire, Miss. Wedgwood?” Michelle asked, her hands on her hips. Ashlee didn’t reply, she simply glared. “As I thought. Is there anyone who can?” A quiet Chinese girl at the front of the class rose her hand timidly. “Yes, Shihao?”

  “Millions of years ago, the world was ruled by demons known as the Old Ones, the pure demons,” Shihao chanted, as if she had some kind of textbook memorized. “The last one to leave the earth bit a human being, who then became the first vampire, spreading the demon’s essence amongst human kind.”

  “That’s correct,” Michelle nodded, clearly pleased that someone had done their homework.

  “Know it all,” Ashlee muttered.

  “Where did the demons go?” Caridad asked. “And why?”

  “The demons retreated into other dimensions,” Michelle continued. “Its unknown exactly how many other dimensions there are, and how many of them are hell dimensions, but we know that there are many of them, and that they’re pushing in on our own reality all the time, as the demons try to find a way back into our world, to regain what was once theirs. Why did they go? Some left by choice, as mortal creatures started taking over. Others were forced out, or slain, by humans who would claim this world as their own. Then, of course, the vampire population became a problem, which is when the slayer came to be. And from that time, there has always been a slayer somewhere, slaying the vampires and the demons, so that other people could live out their lives. And now…well, you all know that story.”

  “Actually, we don’t,” a sixteen year old girl, Lucia, interrupted. “Not all of us have an exact understanding of why we were all chosen.”

  “No one told us that story,” Ashlee added, and then looked back at Rona, Shannon and Caridad. “Though, obviously, some of us know it already.”

  “Very well,” Michelle nodded, and also looked at Rona, Shannon and Caridad. “Girls, would you mind?”

 The three of them looked at each for a long moment. Then Rona sighed, got to her feet and walked to the front of the class.

  “You guys wanna know what happened in Sunnydale, and why we’re all sat here now?” Rona said. “It goes like this…”

 

*

 

  Sunnydale California, 20th May 2003

 

 

 Buffy Summers stood against the army of Turok Han vampires that flew towards her, and the girls she now thought of as equals. As slayers. The power and gifts of the Chosen One flowed through each of their veins, and the Turok Han were losing. Some had escaped, and many more were still coming for them, but they were doing well. They had a fighting chance of surviving. More of them were escaping though, and that was putting her non-slayer friends in danger. Dawn.

  Keep the line together! Buffy called to the other slayers, looking out at the cavern underneath Sunnydale High School. Drive them to the edge! We cant let them do…”

 Buffy looked down and saw the sword protruding from her abdomen. The Turok Han that had stabbed her from behind moved on to attack a Spanish girl Buffy had never even talked to, and the blonde collapsed to the rocky ground face-first. Buffy looked around her and watched several girls fight the ancient vampires. She saw Vi decapitate a Turok Han with a knife, and Rona use her broken arm to knock another into the large cavern where it had come from. So brave. So strong.

  Buffy! The dark-haired slayer Faith crouched at her side with a worried look on her pretty features. Buffy winced and reached out her hand, offering Faith her weapon. The scythe.

  Hold the line, Buffy whispered and Faith took the scythe.  Faith shared a look of understanding with Buffy. The fight had to go on. Faith cried out in frustration and swung with all her might, taking down several Turok Han with the scythe, and leaving Buffy grunting in pain on the ground.

  Rona! Buffy looked over and saw Faith go down underneath a shower of Turok Han. The older slayer called out to the black girl, and launched the scythe into the air. Buffy vaguely wondered if Faith was still alive underneath the mound of Turok Han that were clawing at her, but struggled to breath as Rona caught the ancient weapon. Rona spun round on herself and took off a Turok Hans head, before cutting down two others like grass. She saw Amanda die. And a Korean girl she didn’t know the name of.

  Oh no, ow! Buffy looked up, and saw herself. The First, using her form to taunt her. “Mommy, this mortal wound is all...itchy. You pulled a nice trick. You came pretty close to smacking me down. What more do you want?”

  “I want you…” Buffy said through gritted teeth, sitting up. “To get out of my face!”

 Buffy rose to her feet and caught the scythe that was thrown in her direction from where Rona stood. The blonde turned in a mighty swing that threw several Turok Han off of the cliff they stood on. Seeing Buffy’s defiance, the other slayers found new energy. Faith leapt up and kicked out at the same time, throwing all the Turok Han off her, and she swung into them, going for the kill. A girl Buffy had only spoken to once, used her sword to slash through several Turok Han at a time. Dust. Vi spun in wild arcs and took out ancient vampires with her weapon. Kennedy slaughtered two others. More dust. Buffy raised the scythe above her head and swung down to strike a Turok Han in the chest…..

 

*

 

 Desert Road, California, 22nd May 2003

 

 

  “It’s so quiet,” Vi whispered, looking out at the night from the window of the moving school bus. Rona looked sideways at her seating companion with a faint smile. Thanks to the miraculous healing powers of the slayer, Rona’s wounds were considerably better than they had been when they had escaped Sunnydale. Others weren’t so lucky. Robin Wood was still in a bad condition, though he had been well looked after by Willow’s first aid kit. The gang hadn’t dared stop for anything other than petrol and toilet breaks. “I wonder what people will say…”

  “About what?” Rona asked.

  “Well, an entire town just sank into the ground, someone’s gonna notice,” Vi smirked. Then her face fell. So many people weren’t with them anymore.

  “Earthquake,” Buffy said. The girls looked to the left, where Dawn was fast asleep on Buffy’s shoulder. The older slayer smiled. “Last gas stop, it was on the TV in the gas station. Reporters are going crazy, saying it’s the worst earthquake in California since the thirties.”

  “No one will ever know what happened there,” Rona said.

  “We’ll know,” Buffy replied. “And we’ll remember.”

  “And we’ll fight,” Vi said. Buffy didn’t reply, she only nodded slightly.

  “What are we gonna do?” Rona asked. “We’ve been running for days, we’re tired and hungry, and some of us need serious medical attention.”

  “We’re not running,” Buffy pouted, as if offended. “We’re…driving. And we’ll stop soon; we just need to get some distance between us and Sunnydale.”

  “We could’ve stopped in LA…” Vi offered.

  “No,” Buffy replied. They’d had this conversation before.  Silence.

  “We have so much work to do, don’t we?” Vi said quietly. “So many slayers to find…”

  “And we’ll do all we can,” Buffy smiled. Then they lurched forward as the front end of the bus gave a metallic crunch of a noise, and suddenly found themselves being flipped over and over. Screams filled the bus as it tumbled in the air and crashed heavily onto the road. Through the showers of broken glass and smoke, Vi grunted in pain, and looked up.

  “Is everyone okay?” The redhead asked.

  “What the hell was that?” Rona demanded.

  “Everyone off the bus, now,” Faith’s voice ordered from somewhere near the front of the bus.

  “What’s going on?” Dawn asked, holding a cut on her cheek.

  “We’d better find out,” Buffy replied, and started helping people to their feet.

 Once outside, people gathered to check injuries. Buffy, Dawn, Faith, Robin, Willow, Xander, Giles, Kennedy, Andrew, Vi, Rona, Shannon, Caridad, Chao Ahn and twelve other slayers. Apart from minor injuries, everyone was okay. Well, nearly everyone.

  “Where’s Kate?” Faith asked.

  “We lost her,” Caridad said sadly. “She got crushed between the seats, and her wounds split open again.”

  “Why did we crash?” Willow asked, looking at Giles, who’d been driving.

  “Something flew in front of the bus, I crashed into it and lost control,” Giles explained.

  “I saw it too,” Faith added. “And it weren’t human.”

  “Great,” Dawn said sarcastically. “Something followed us, right? From the hellmouth?”

  “I thought we were safe now,” Andrew whined.

  “We’ll never be safe, never again,” Shannon said darkly. “I bet half the damn demon population is after us now.”

  “Hold on, we don’t know anything yet,” Giles argued. “Lets just calm down.”

  “Uh, Buffy…” Xander said.

  “What?”

  “Behind you!”

 Buffy spun to find a large creature stood behind her. Barely having time to react to its green scaled skin and Medieval-looking armour, the slayer was battered in the face with a strong fist and thrown into the rear end of the overturned bus. Rushing forward to take her place, Vi, Caridad, Shannon and three other girls attacked the creature together, throwing its large weight onto the sand, and keeping it there. Only Buffy herself realized the symbolic trait of the event - these girls would now take her place.

 

*

 

 El Disorto, California, 25th May 2003

 

  “I can’t do it anymore Willow,” Buffy said desperately, fending off the verbal attacks of Willow’s girlfriend Kennedy. “I’ve done this for nearly eight years, and Dawn…she’s been through so much.”

  “But you’re the slayer,” Kennedy argued. “The original damn slayer, you can’t leave us now, there are too many people who need you.”

  “We won’t survive without you,” another girl, Cara, added. Buffy sighed and looked around the lobby of the motel they were staying in. Dawn was sat on a chair near the counter, being oddly quiet. Willow was stood next to Kennedy, clearly not knowing who she should defend - her girlfriend or her best friend. Xander was sat next to Dawn, and Giles was sat next to him. No one was saying anything.

  “I think Buffy has the right to do what she wants,” Faith spoke up, from behind Buffy. “If it weren’t for her, we’d all be dead now. You can’t have everything your way Kennedy.”

  “I don’t want everything my way!” Kennedy protested.

  “Well it sure sounds like it,” Andrew piped up.

  “Shut up Andrew!” Kennedy yelled.

  “Don’t talk to him like that,” Xander said.

  “I can’t believe this,” Kennedy rolled her eyes. “Seriously. So while we’re out there looking for slayers, rebuilding the council, Buffy is going to be living it up in Italy? No way.”

  “We can’t ask any more of her,” Willow said. “Its time for us to make our choices Kennedy. Buffy’s making the right one.”

  “Its not like I’m dying…again,” Buffy added. “I’ll be in Europe. I’m not saying, y’know, never slay another vampire ever again. But I need to rest, it’s been so long. I won’t sit back and watch an apocalypse happen, but I can’t be an active slayer. I can’t be in charge.”

  “So…what are our plans?” Willow asked, trying to move the conversation away from Buffy. Kennedy backed away from Buffy, and the blonde slayer sat down next to Faith.

  “I managed to track down the numbers of a few retired watchers and watchers in training in Europe,” Giles said to the group. “I’ve persuaded many of them to come to America, where we will discuss how, where and when we can reinstate the watchers council. We were correct in believing that no senior members of the council survived.”

  “So, you technically being the highest ranking member left…” Willow added.

  “Yes, well, technically that makes me the council head,” Giles smiled sheepishly. “Which means we should be able to get things done effectively. I already have the coven in England searching for slayers in Europe and having them located. Quite frankly Willow, they’re astounded at what you did.”

  “And what are we gonna do with all these slayers?” Faith asked.

  “I’d like to set up academies within the new council, where these girls will be trained to the best of our ability,” Giles replied. “And then, when we have enough watchers to…well, watch, we’ll have girls assigned in every major city of the world.”

  “What about the hellmouth?” Rona asked. “You mentioned Cleveland.”

  “That’s mine,” Faith said. “Me and Robin will be going to Cleveland, to watch over the hellmouth, and make reports about what we find.”

  “Yes, and eventually, we will send trained slayers to assist Faith and Robin,” Giles added. “The hellmouth at the moment is our second priority, our first being to find the slayers Willow called.”

  “How many do we think there are?” Robin asked.

  “It’s hard to say,” Willow replied. “But by what I felt when they were awakening…we’re talking possible thousands.”

  “It’s a big job, finding and training that many young girls,” Robin said.

  “But not impossible,” Willow smiled.

  “Can someone please tell me what’s going on?” Chao Ahn asked desperately in Cantonese.

 

 

 

Guest Starring:

 

Mary Wilcher as Shannon

Tarja Turunen as Michelle

Dakota Fanning as Selena

Emma Watson as Laura

Randy Harrison as Scott

Rose McGowan as Bethany

Angelina Jolie as Reggie

Ziyi Zhang as Shihao

Kaley Cuoco as Ashlee

Astrid van der Veen as Lucia

Sarah Michelle Gellar as Buffy

Eliza Dushku as Faith

Iyari Limon as Kennedy

Michelle Trachtenberg as Dawn

Alyson Hannigan as Willow

DB Woodside as Robin

Nicholas Brendon as Xander

Tom Lenk as Andrew

Kristy Wu as Chao Ahn