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SuperSlayerVille: Season Two 7/11 
15th-Feb-2010 07:44 pm
SuperSlayerVille Season One
Title: SuperSlayerVille: Season Two
Sequel to: SuperSlayerVille: InterSeason
Pairings: Chloe/Angel(us), some Dean/Cordelia, slight Buffy/Giles, Chloe/Spike, Chloe/Sam
Fandoms: Smallville/Buffy/Supernatural
Overall Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own the series mentioned
Summary: Chloe is back in Sunnydale, and so are the baddies...especially the remaining members of Angelus' family, Dru and Spike...with whom Chloe has a connection she doesn't even know of. Living on a Hellmouth isn't easy.
Written for my Paranormal25 150: Prompt Table. #146: Hellmouth.

Look at them, the cattle.

Chloe twitched, shaking her head against the words spoken in her thoughts, sounding as if they'd been spoken by her...but she knew that they weren't hers.

Ever since the situation with Eyghon a couple of days before, Chloe had been fighting that voice. It was as if every dark thought that she'd ever had, or never even had, were all being whispered in her ear. She didn't remember what had happened to her after being knocked out, but obviously since she was in control once more Eyghon must have jumped bodies...or something. She---she hadn't told the others about what had happened, and Chloe couldn't help but feel sick to her stomach as she realized that the things she kept hidden from those she loved the most was growing. There were so many things she was keeping to herself, things she didn't trust anyone with, not even Clark had been told about the Eyghon thing because...inviting? Her vibes were inviting to the forces of evil?

The others were still on the alert, waiting for Eyghon to attack any second, and Chloe didn't know whether to feel wary along with them or guilty.

Buffy hadn't remembered anything from her time as Eyghon, but the Slayer had admitted to Chloe that she think she might have done something odd because of how Giles had been acting towards her---when he wasn't apologizing and being overprotective and...well...it was the way he looked at her thoughtfully, in a way that he hadn't before, that made her curious as hell what had happened when the demon had been in her body.

"Are you a people person, or do you prefer keeping your own company?" Dean read out loud as he sat down at a table filling out his test. Sunnydale High was having a career fair in the lounge, and everyone were taking career aptitude tests. Dean turned to Sam. "Which am I?"

"People person." Sam didn't even look up to think about that, answering his own test.

Dean began to answer when he noticed Cordelia.

Looking up and forgetting all about his test, he watched her approach their table slowly, holding a clipboard and taking her test as she walked into the lounge accompanied by two of her groupies.

"I aspire to help my fellow man." She marked her test. "Check. As long as he's not smelly, dirty or gross." She walked passed the table.

Dean turned in his seat to watch her. "Cordelia Chase, always ready to give a helping hand to the rich and the pretty."

She stopped for a second, turning her head slightly and gave him a sarcastic smile before looking him up and down.

Dean met her gaze intensely.

She smirked and flicked her hair over her shoulder before walking away, hips swaying.

Dean bit on his bottom lip as he watched her go.

Look at them. Animals. All they care about is eating and mating.

Chloe brought a hand to her head, closing her eyes tightly.


Sam slapped Dean up the back of his head, once again without looking up from his test.

"Fuck!" Dean hissed, flinching, finally tearing his gaze away from Cordelia to glare at his younger brother as he rubbed the back of his head. "What was that for?"

"You're thinking with your downstairs brain again." Sam murmured, biting on the pencil's eraser, a frown touching his face as he looked up at Chloe. "Do I like shrubs?"

She kept her eyes closed. "I don't know."

Sam leaned in towards her, hand going to her back. "Are you okay?"

"Migraine." She quickly answered. "Probably because I didn't have breakfast this morning."

"You want a power bar?" Dean offered.

"I'm fine. It'll pass." Chloe took in a deep breath.

"Uhhh!" Buffy threw down her pencil. "I shouldn't even be bothering with this! It's all mootville for me. No matter what my aptitude test says, we already know my deal."

"High risk, sub-minimum wage..." Dean nodded, gaze returning to his test. "Pointy wooden things."

"Exactly." Buffy leaned back in her seat.

"Then why are you even taking the test?" Chloe asked, voice a little rough as she rubbed her throbbing temples.

"It's Principal Snyder's hoop of the week." Buffy was pouting. It was audible. "He's not happy unless I'm jumping. Believe me, I would not be here otherwise."

"You're not even a little bit curious about what kinda career you could've had?" Sam asked in surprised. "If you weren't the Slayer, I mean."

"Not really." The Slayer shook her head. "It's just that unless Hell freezes over and every vamp in Sunnydale put in for early retirement, I'd say my future was pretty much a non-issue."


Inside of the warehouse, Drusilla stood at one end of a large table dealing tarot cards, and at the other end Spike was looking on as Dalton tried to translate the ancient text in the book they had stolen from the library.

"Read it again." Spike ordered.

"Well, I'm not sure. It could be, uh..." He shrugged with his hands. "Deprimere...ille...bubula...linter."

Spike paged through the dictionary. "Debase, the beef, canoe."

Dalton looked up at Spike and smiled a stupid smile.

Spike could not abide him and punched him in the face. "Why does that strike me as not right?"

Dalton looked at him sheepishly and turned his attention to the book.

Drusilla pulled out the Lovers Card, the Hangman Card, and then the Death Card, frowning slightly as she did so. She could understand the way the first two applied to the situation, the stars had given her glimpses of things in the future no other eye could see...but they were not giving her a clear answer on the meaning of this last card, whether it be literal death or a transformation.

Like from a human to a vampire...or something else entirely.

Frustrated at the disagreements in the stars' messages, Dru looked up. "Spike, dance with princess?" She held out her hand.

Spike banged the book down on the table, glaring at her. "Give us some peace, would you? Can't you see I'm working?"

Drusilla pulled her hand back and began to pout and whine like a puppy.

While she felt quite tender regard for her childe, and knew that he loved her, things between them had been changing the last couple hundred years. They'd been spending more centuries apart than together, and sometimes she just wished they'd stop getting back together, stopped trying to make it work, no matter how they felt about each other. Obviously things weren't working out.

That was why she needed so badly for this to work according to plan.

Things had been so much better before.

She needed it to be like it'd been before.

Spike sighed. "I'm sorry kitten." He went towards her. "It's just this manuscript. Supposed to hold your cure, but it reads like gibberish. E-even Dalton here, the big brain, he can't make heads or tails of it."

Drusilla put her hand to her head. "I...I need to change Miss Edith." She took a few steps and then put her other hand to her head as well, bending over and whining.

Spike rushed to her, putting his arm around her and pulled her back up. "Forgive me. You know I can't stand to see you like this." He sat her down and crouched. "We're running out of time. It's that bloody Slayer! Whenever I turn around she's muckin' up the works."

She knew that, and placed her hand over his, trying to comfort him back. "Shh. Shh. You'll make it right. I know."

He put his hands around her neck and kissed her gently but firmly.

He really was so loyal, like a dog.

After they released their kiss he stood and turned his attention back to Dalton.

Drusilla stood and went back to her end of the table, picking up a new deck and shuffled the deck.

"Well." Spike walked around the table towards Dalton. "Come on, now. Enlighten me."

"Uh, well, it looks like Latin, but it's not." Dalton stammered. "I-I'm not even sure it's, it's a language, actually, I..."

"Then MAKE IT A LANGUAGE!" Spike snapped. "Isn't that what a transcriber does?!"

"Well, not exactly..." Dalton started, then yelped when Spike grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him from his chair.

Dru dealt the cards and reviewed them.

"I want the cure." Spike snarled into Dalton's face.

"Don't..." Drusilla finally spoke up, not looking up form the cards.

"Why not?" Spike asked defiantly. "Some people find pain..." he punched Dalton in the stomach. "...very inspirational."

Dalton doubled over.

Drusilla finally looked up from her cards. "He can't help you." She looked back down almost immediately. "Not without..." She pointed to a card. "The key."

"They key?" Spike blinked. "You mean this book is in some kind of code?"

She nodded.

Dalton nodded weakly in agreement, still in pain.

Spike shoved him back into his chair before walking over to Drusilla, looking at one of her cards, where a mausoleum was pictured in. "Is that where we'll find this key?"

Dru merely nodded once more.

"I'll send the boys, pronto!" Spike smiled.

"Now will you dance?" Dru asked, curiously.

Spike laughed and took her hand. "I'll dance with you, pet." He pulled her up towards him and lifted her into his arms. "On the Slayer's grave!"


In the cemetery, Buffy walked through it at a relaxed pace, admittedly concentrating more on her thoughts than on the patrol. It was a rare thing for her to patrol on her own without one of the team accompanying her, but the Slayer was glad for the moment alone.

Chloe was acting weird.

Remembering Angel's conversation with her some nights ago, Buffy had to admit that Chloe was acting strange, and she was acting stranger and stranger these last couple of days on top of the strange way she'd been behaving the last couple of months. Added together that meant that something else was bothering Chloe on top of everything...and there were secrets.

It hurt Buffy to realize that.

Chloe was her best friend and the Slayer told her everything, but now that she really took the time to think about it, Chloe wasn't reciprocating. She was keeping something secret from the rest of them, and it was obviously affecting her health. She was looking paler, the bags under her eyes darker, and she was becoming easier and easier to irritate. She snapped at things that made the others raise their eyebrows at her, all asking each other what exactly was wrong with the girl who used to be the sunshine of the group.

Buffy stopped when she heard clinking noises coming from a mausoleum, and frowned when she looked at it and saw light coming from inside. The Slayer walked towards it and pushed the door open a bit, peeking inside.

A vampire was inside, chipping away at the wall, exposing a chamber behind it. He reached in for something as Buffy pulled her head back out and closed the door.

The blonde walked down the steps and turned around to wait for him to come out, and only a few moments later he opened the door, stepping out.

"Does 'rest in peace' have no sanctity to you people?" Buffy snarked, hands going to her hips. "Oh, I forgot. You're not a people."

Feeling something she turned and kicked the vampire who'd been about to grab her from behind in the gut, and then again in the gut. He took a swing at her with his other arm, but she ducked and caught it, too, yanking it back, hearing it snap. While she had him leaning back she thrust a stake into his heart, watching as he exploded into ashes.

"One down." She turned to where the other vampire had been, finding nothing but empty space. "One gone."


They were just lying down on her bed, but that was more than enough.

Chloe closed her eyes, fighting the pounding headache, curled around Angel, cheek resting over his unbeating heart. She knew he knew something was wrong with her, but he also knew she wasn't ready to talk about it, that the best thing he could do for her right now was to hold her tightly in his cold, soothing arms and let her rest. The blonde fisted her hand in his shirt, breathing in his scent, trying to calm the sickened feeling in her stomach. It was as if she were getting over a horrible stomach flu, and she was still horribly queasy.

Thankfully the voice had faded into nothingness by the time that Angel had entered through her balcony door. Chloe had skipped out on the library meeting with the Scooby Gang, instead going straight home and lying down in bed. She really hadn't moved, not even when Angel came, only moving to curl around him and then she remained stone-still.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" Angel asked softly, softly caressing her hair, head bent, mouth pressing against the crown of her head. "There's nothing you can't tell me."

"I know." She whispered. "I'm sorry."

"I'm worried." He pulled her tighter towards him, as if trying to protect her form all the evils of the world. "Something's happening to you and you're not letting me in, not letting any of us in. We're all worried about you."

"I know." She tightened her grip on his shirt, taking in a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

"Why won't you tell me what's going on?" Angel asked against her hair. "We could help."

No, you can't. She kept her eyes closed. No one can.


The next day at school, Cordelia and Dean found themselves standing next to each other as they went over the results of the career aptitude test posted on a bulletin board.

Cordelia found herself in the A-D list. "Oh, here I am. Personal shopper or motivational speaker'." She grinned brightly. "Neato!"

"Motivational speaker?" Dean couldn't believe it. "On what? Ten ways to a more annoying you?"

She ignored him, paging through the H-K list to find his results. "Oh, what about you? You're..." She giggled and left.

Frowning, a little worried by her reaction, Dean looked himself up. "WHAT?" Unable to believe it he shook his head and turned around, determined to find his brother and the others and...there had to be a mistake!

Thankfully, Buffy and Sam were walking towards the results, so Dean found them easily.

"When you look at me, do you think 'prison guard'?" Dean flat-out asked them as he stopped in front of the conversing duo.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "You got prison guard? Are you serious?"

Buffy giggled.

Dean glared at her. "Laugh now, Slayer, but they assigned you to the both for law enforcement professionals."

She stopped laughing immediately. "As in police?"

"As in polyester, doughnuts, and brutality." Dean meanly rubbed it in.

Buffy whined.

Sam looked more sympathetic towards her plight than he had towards Dean's, which his brother thought completely unfair.

Suddenly Buffy spotted Giles walking along with a tall stack of old books in his arms. "I have to go. Giles on this Tony Robbins hyper-efficiency kick. Expects me to check in every day after homeroom." She walked off after Giles, shaking her head at herself. "Police?"

Sam watched her go with a chuckle before turning to Dean. "Did you check to see what seminar I got assigned to?"

"Yeah." Dean nodded.

"Are you going to tell me what it was?" The younger brother asked, confused.

"Oh, right." Dean grinned sheepishly. "I was a prison guard, Buffy a police officer, Chloe was a detective and you were a police consultant---whatever that is."

"Huh, we all have something similar." Sam noticed, intrigued.

"Yeah." Dean looked around and made a face. "So Chlo didn't come to school today, huh."

"Yeah. She missed out on our library meeting and cancelled for our studies with Jenny last night as well." Sam replied. "Is it me or has she been looking paler to you?"

"And touchy." Dean nodded. "Something's bugging her, and she's being all PMS-y about it."

Sam hesitated for a moment, looking a little resentful all of a sudden. "Do you think she's told Angel about whatever's wrong with her?"

Dean sighed, reaching over and placing a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Sammy, you gotta get over her. I know she's an amazing girl, and that you've been in love with her from the moment we introduced ourselves, but you've got to have realized by now that not even an Apocalypse can separate her and Angel."

Sam looked away, refusing to answer.

Dean sighed, shaking his head.


Giles walked to the table, balancing his stack of books, carefully setting them down and leaning over a bit to straighten the stack, but over-leans, and the books began to fall over. He reacted quickly to try and stop them.

Buffy put her hand on top of the stack as he did, and together they pushed it back.

Giles was relieved, but also a little self-conscious, pulling his hand back just as soon as the stack was righted. "Uh, thanks."

He needed to get a hold of himself.

He knew that Buffy couldn't remember what had happened when she'd been possessed by Eyghon (the demon still curiously absent) but Giles remembered, and some of the things she'd said had shaken him a bit, and it'd only gotten worse after he'd been given a few days to think about it.

"Buffy." Giles gave her an awkward smile. "Thank you. I've been, uh, indexing the Watcher diaries covering the last couple of centuries. You would be amazed at how numbingly pompous and long-winded some of these Watchers were."

"Color me surprised." Buffy smirked.

He had the feeling she was teasing him.

Once more, this brought into context just how different their relationship was compared to past Watcher/Slayers.

Giles frowned slightly. "So, uh, I trust last night's patrol was fruitful?"

"Semi." She sighed. "Mm, I caught one out of two vamps after they stole something from this jumbo mausoleum."

Giles frowned deeper. "They were stealing?"

"Yeah! They had tools, flashlight, whole nine yards." His Slayer nodded. "What does that mean anyway? 'Whole nine yards'? Nine yard of what?" She leaned back and began to whine. "Now it's gonna bug me all day." She looked up at him and noticed he'd begun pacing during her whine. "Giles, you're in pace mode. What gives?"

"Um, this vampire who escaped, did you see what he took?"

"No, but I could take a guess and say that it was something old."

"You made no effort to find out what was taken?" Giles turned to her.

"Have a cow, Giles! I just figured it was your everyday vamp hijinks."

"Well what if it wasn't?" Giles asked, the frustration he was feeling ever since the Eyghon episode rising up in this situation. "This could be very serious! I mean, i-i-if you'd made an effort to, uh, to be more thorough in your observations..."

"Y'know, if you don't like the way I'm doing my job, why don't you find somebody else?" Buffy suddenly asked, eyes narrowed, voice dark. "Oh, that's right, there can only be one. As long as I'm alive, there is no one else. Well, there you go! I don't have to be the Slayer. I could be dead."

He flinched at the memory of finding her face down in the pool of water in the Master's lair. "Don't ever joke about that again!" He hissed, more violent than he'd intended.

Buffy looked taken back by his tone, before her eyes widened and then she gave him a small, repentant smile. "I'm sorry, Giles. I didn't mean to bring back up that memory."

How did she do that?

How did she know what he was thinking?

"This---this isn't important now. You're alive. You're fine." He took off his glasses and began to clean them although they were already clean. "Right now our only concern is to discover what was stolen from that mausoleum last night."

He could continue having a nervous breakdown later.


In Drusilla's room, she waved her hand over an intricately carved gold cross held out to her by Spike on a red velvet pillow.

"This is it then?" Spike asked.

Dru sensed it. "It hums. I can hear it."

"Once you're well again, we'll have a coronation down Main Street, and invite everyone, and drink for seven days and seven nights." Spike promised her.

"What about the Slayer?" Dalton asked from behind them. "She almost blew the whole thing for us. She's trouble."

Spike looked up at him, annoying. "You don't say?" He stood. "Trouble?!" The vampire began to pace. "She's the gnat in my ear! The gristle in my teeth! She's the bloody thorn in my BLOODY SIDE!" He kicked the table violently.

"Spike?" Dru asked, concerned.

"We gotta do something." Spike replied curtly. "We'll never complete your cure with that bitch breathing down our necks." He exhaled. "I need to bring in the big guns. They'll take care of her once and for all."

"Big guns?" Dalton asked, curiously.

"The Order of Taraka." Spike simplified.

"The bounty hunters?!" Dalton exclaimed.

Drusilla dealt three tarot cards. One was of a Cyclops, another of a centipede, and the third of a panther. "They're coming to my party." She looked up. "Three of them."

Spike walked back to the bed to look at the cards.

"Uh, yes, but..." Dalton cleared his throat. "The Order of Taraka, I mean...isn't that overkill?

"No." Spike smirked. "I think it's just kill enough."


"If Snyder notices I cut class again, I'm blaming you." Buffy warned Giles as they entered the cemetery.

Her Watcher had decided that this was too important to wait till after school, so they had both ditched, and she was taking him back to the scene of the crime.

"Duly noted." Giles replied.

"So, I've been kinda depressed." Buffy made conversation as they made their way deeper into the cemetery. "I mean, with this whole career emphasis in school it reminds me how I really don't have anything else in my future but this gig."

"What you have is more than a gig." Giles announced from besides her. "It's a sacred duty, which shouldn't prevent you from eventually procuring some more gainful form of employment. Such as I did."

She snorted, amused by his naivety. "Uh, Giles, it's one thing to be a Watcher and a librarian. They go together like chicken and...another chicken, or...two chickens, or...something...you know what I'm saying! The point is, no one blinks an eye if you want to spend all your days with books. What am I supposed to do? Carve stakes for a nursery?"

Giles had gotten in front of her as they made their way past several gravestones. "Point taken. I must, however, admit, I-I never really...Well, now there's a thought. Have you ever considered law enforcement?"

She stopped in her tracks as he turned to face her.

Not Giles too!

But she decided not to comment, instead motioning with her chin towards the mausoleum behind him. "That's it."

Giles turned. "Oh."

They walked in silence up the steps and entered, finding the chamber bare except for two large stone vases and a pile of rubble on the floor.

Giles reached for the flashlight he'd stuck in the back of the waist of his pants and pulled it out, turning the flashlight and as he walked over to where the wall had been broken. "It's a reliquary. Used to house items of religious significance. Most commonly a finger or some other body part from a saint."

"Note to self: religion, freaky." Buffy declared while leaning against the wall as Giles scanned around the rest of the room with the flashlight.

He spotted a name engraved on a stone high above. "Du Lac. Oh dear, oh dear."

"I hate it when you say that." Buffy whined.

"Josephus de Lac was buried here." Giles turned to her. "He belonged to a religious sect that was excommunicated by the Vatican at the turn of the century."

"Excommunicated and sent to Sunnydale." Buffy snorted. "There's a guy big with the sinning."

"You remember the book that was stolen from the library by a vampire a few weeks ago?"

Buffy nodded. "Yeah."

"If you remember I asked Chloe to run an inventory check, and she told me that the only book missing was written by Du Lac." He shook his head in self-disgust. "With everything that's been happening it completely slipped my mind."

The Slayer sighed as they started out of the mausoleum. "I'm guessing this book wasn't a 'Taste of the Vatican' cookbook."

"No, the, uh, book was said to contain rituals and spells that reap unspeakable evil. However, it was written in archaic Latin so that nobody but the sect could understand it."

"So everything's cool then." Buffy surmised.

"It's not." Giles shook his head. "First the book was taken from the library, and now the vampires have stolen something from Du Lac's tomb."

"You think they figured out how to read the book?" Buffy's eyes widened.

"Something's coming, Buffy." Giles turned to her, face serious. "And whatever it is, I can guarantee it's not good."


The cargo doors of a 747 in the airport opened, and a baggage handler came up to the loading ramp, stepping in. He paused, noticing that the cargo nets had been torn open, and he took off his headphones.

"What the hell?" He looked closer, suspecting that someone was there. "Hey, you're not supposed to be in here!" He pulled out his flashlight and held it ready to use as a club. "Hey, c'mon!"

He walked in further, looking for whoever it was. He saw a shadow moving behind a baggage container, but before he could even call out a warning a foot suddenly came up and kicked him in the face, in the gut, and then in the face again, causing him to fall back, unconscious.

The attacker walked towards the cargo door and peeked out.

It was a young Caribbean girl with long, curly hair tied back and wearing large hoop earrings.

She made her way out of the plane, keeping a careful watch for anyone who might see her.


Opening the door, dressed still in the large shirt she'd slept in, Chloe looked up in surprise to see Jenny Calendar standing in her doorway.

"Your father is going insane." Jenny announced, arms folded over her chest defiantly. "Not only him, by the way. Rupert and Buffy, Sam, Dean, Cordelia, Angel...we're all worried about you. And this. Whatever it is. It's going to stop. Now."

She tightened her hold on the door. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just tired. I---."

"Bullshit." It was something grave when Jenny cursed. "Chloe, you're being worn thin. Your father has been calling me nonstop the last couple of days and I've had enough of hearing how worried sick he is. You should be ashamed of how you're treating him, and us." She placed her hand on the door as if believing Chloe was going to shut it in her face. "We mightn't be related by blood, but we're all one big, dysfunctional family, and you're going to have to start relying on us. To start trusting us."

"I do trust---."

"No. You don't." Jenny interrupted her curtly. "If you did trust us you would have told us what is bothering you from the start, and you wouldn't have allowed it to make you look so horrible. Not only is your relationship with your friends, Angel and father being affected by this, but your health is being affected as well. And I believe in giving people time to come to terms with certain things, I believe in free will and what not, but I'll be damned if I let you hurt yourself any longer."

Chloe just didn't know what to say, looking at Jenny in utter, shocked silence.

"So I'm not leaving this doorstep until you come clean and talk to me." The older woman glared at her.

And suddenly, suddenly Chloe felt so tired.

No fight left in her, she stepped aside, and opened the door wider.


In the library, Sam, Dean and Buffy sat at the table.

"So Giles is sure that the vampire who stole his book is connected to the one you slayed last night?" He paused. "Or is it slew?"

Giles came out of the stacks with a National Geographic magazine. "Both are correct, and yes, I'm sure. Du Lac was both a, a...a theologian and a mathematician." He came down the stairs. "This article describes an invention of his, which he called The Du Lac Cross." He reached them and handed the open magazine to Sam. "The cross was more than a mere symbol, it was used to understand certain mystical texts, to, uh, decipher hidden meanings and so forth."

"So you're saying those vampires went to all that hassle for your basic decoder ring?" Dean made a face.

Giles blinked, a little taken aback by the metaphor. "Uh, actually, yes, I suppose I am."

"Wow, according to this," Sam looked up from the magazine. "Du Lac destroyed every cross except the one buried with him."

"Why destroy your own work?" Buffy asked a good question.

Giles began to pace. "Perhaps he feared what might happen if it hell into the wrong hands."

"A fear we'll soon get to experience for ourselves up close and personal." Dean predicted.

"U-unless we can preempt their plans." Giles replied.

"How?" Sam asked.

"Uh, by learning what's in the book before they do." Giles sat down. "Which means we can expect to be here later tonight."

"Not to change the subject or something," Dean looked around them. "But shouldn't there be two more members to this absolutely fun research party?"

Giles and Buffy exchanged a look.

"No," the Watcher shook his head. "Ms. Calendar has her own mission today."

"And what about Chloe?" Sam asked, frowning and wary.

Buffy looked up. "She is the mission."


"I---I---Chloe." Jenny whispered, eyes wide as she sat on the girl's bed. "Why didn't you tell us this before, honey? No wonder you've been so off lately!"

Chloe stood by her window, looking out at the shadows that crept onto the earth as the sun set completely, bathing them in darkness. "I don't know. At first it was because telling everyone would make it real, but then afterwards, I think I was too scared to see them look at me differently."

"He could have been lying to you." Jenny stood up. "And even if he wasn't, that doesn't change who you are now. You're still the same girl that we all love. Nothing would be different."

"Are you kidding me?" Chloe snorted, still unable to look at her friend and mentor. "Nothing would be different? Everything would be different! I'd be that thing's daughter! Ask anyone, ask Angel, anything that that thing ever touched became the purest evil ever."

"You're not evil."

"No?" Chloe turned to Jenny, face hard, eyes fogging up with unshed tears. "I attract evil, Jenny. That demon everyone's so worried about? The one they're waiting for to attack Giles or Dean? They don't have to worry anymore! It's right here!" She pounded her chest in fury.

Jenny looked confused. "What are you---?"

"I saw Buffy that day, when she was Eyghon." Chloe finally confessed. "It spoke to me, and told me that it wanted to jump bodies. Told me that Buffy's body was fighting him with everything it got, that possessing her was uncomfortable. But my body? It was inviting."

Jenny's eyes widened.

"It knocked me out and the next thing I know I'm agony in the park, and he's screaming inside of me in agony." Chloe's voice cracked with restrained emotion. "I devoured him, Jenny. I devoured his energy until he was nothing inside of me!"

Jenny sat back down, shocked.

"These last days I've been off because I've been having his voice in my head, as if they were my thoughts, but they've faded away. Apparently I've consumed him completely." She turned her back on Jenny once more. "So don't tell me that nothing's different." Chloe whispered. "Because everything is."

They fell into silence, neither noticing that their conversation had been overheard by Angel.


Spike was in a bad mood.

The first of the Order had attacked while Buffy and the shorter young male patrolled, the Watcher and taller male in the library studying...and the Assassin had been killed. Spike had been in the background, watching as the Slayer and her friend decimated the Assassin, and took his ring, which meant that her Watcher would recognize it and know that the Order of Taraka was after her.

There went the element of surprise.

At least they were close to decoding the manuscript.

All they needed was a bit more time.

So, in a bad mood, Spike had left the warehouse and found himself walking...found himself outside her house.

And that made him a little more pissed.

Ever since that night he'd been unable to get the taste of her blood out of his mind. Like a drug, it consumed him, and nothing he'd tasted since had been quite the same now that he had something to compare it to.

And there she was, standing by the window, looking out at a patch of grass, talking to someone he couldn't see.

The moon shone on her, bathing her in ethereal light.

Sensing movement, he hide deeper into the shadows, finally noticing Angelus, face vampiric, jumping down from the balcony and storming away...

...too furious by whatever he'd heard to even notice that Spike was there.

Curious, Spike watched him go, before feeling a gaze on him, looking up to meet those green orbs.

And then she was gone from the window.

Spike felt annoyed.

He'd been dismissed.

But then the front door opened and some dark haired woman left, apparently looking in shock as she got into her car and left.

And only after her car had disappeared down the road did the side door open and there she was, wearing nothing but a long t-shirt, skin pale and perfect under the moonlight as her gaze met his and stepping out from the protection of her home.

That both annoyed and intrigued him.

She was, in her own way, telling him he didn't scare her.

"'Ell, luv." He stepped out of the shadows, curious, as he always was, about what went on in that little head of hers. "Come to face the Big Bad?"

She walked up towards him and punched him.

"Fuck!" He snarled, face going demonic in seconds as he turned back to her, furious.

"That was for taking advantage of me when I was under that spell." The bint sat down on the ground, before lying on her back and looking up at the moon, completely bathed in its light and looking lie some fucking painting.

"What did you expect?" He wanted to know, a little unsure of how this was going to go, so he just sat down next to her. "I am the Big Bad."

"You're lucky that Angel didn't kill you after he found out." She commented, hands behind her head, looking up at the stairs.

'"How'd he find out?" Spike asked, a little source of evil happiness filling him at the news that Angelus did find out.

"I told him."

The vampire blinked. "You told Angelus?"

"Of course I did." She replied.

He chortled in amusement. "How did the old man take it?"

"I'm considering sleeping with you again just to incite the same reaction in him."

Spike nearly choked on his saliva. "Excuse me?"

She chuckled, turning her head so that she was looking at him. "You two have a serious competition going on between you, huh?"

He was silent for a moment, just nodding. "Yes, we do. Ever since the days we travelled together." He frowned. "Why are you here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." She responded. "This is my backyard."

"No," he turned so that he was half leaning over her. "What are you doing here, outside?"

She smirked up at him, not seeming at all nervous, which was both arousing and irritating. "You don't want Angelus after your blood, Spike. And if you hurt me, what he'd do to you would make all those centuries of killing and torture seem like child's play."

She had a point there.

"And anyway, I want you to tell me more about Angelus." Chloe surprised him by saying. "He's told me himself, but I'd like to hear of it from someone else' perspective...someone who was once so close to him."

"You're an odd bird." Spike told her.

She smiled up at him. "Come on, Father Time. Spin me a tale."

The vampire continued half leaning over her, so intrigued by this odd human that he didn't notice the dark skinned girl walking away from where she'd been secretly watching, heading after Angelus.


Giles inspected the ring under a magnifying lamp while the others crowded around her.

"This guy was hardcore, Giles." Buffy announced, placing a hand on his shoulder and leaning over him partially to get a better look at the ring.

"This ring is worn only by members of the Order of Taraka." Giles turned halfway in his seat to look at her, knowing his worry was visible on his face. "It's a society of assassins dating back to King Solomon."

"Not good." Dean frowned.

"Their credo is to sow discord and kill the unwary." Giles nodded his agreement.

"These assassins, why are they after me?" Buffy wanted to know.

"'Cause you're the scourge of the underworld?" Sam hap-hazarded a guess.

"But I haven't been that scourgey lately." The Slayer denied.

Giles rubbed his eyes. "I don't know, I don't know." He exhaled, suddenly understanding why the other Watchers before him had never become so close emotionally to the Slayers they'd been appointed to. Buffy was in danger every day of the week, and he didn't think his heart could handle her near deaths much longer. "I think the best thing we can do is to find a secure location. Somewhere out of the way you can go until we decide on the best course of action."

"Don't you think Buffy's mom will realize she's not home?" Sam made a face.

"That isn't a problem." Buffy shook her head. "Mom's in L.A. collecting artwork or something like that, I really wasn't paying attention to what she said. All I know is she's going to be gone for a week."

"Oh." Sam nodded.

"I'd offer our place, but our dad's there..." Dean shrugged.

"Why do I need a place to hide in anyway?" The Slayer frowned. "Why does everyone seem to think that I'm not strong enough to fight these people?"

"They're a breed apart, Buffy." Giles tried to make her understand the gravity of her situation. "U-unlike vampires they have no earthly desires, but to collect their bounty. They find a target, and, uh...the eliminate it. You can kill as many of them as you like, it won't make any difference. When there's one, there will be another, and another. They won't stop coming until the job is done."

"Or, in other words," Buffy's face was finally solemn, finally understanding. "Until I am done."

"Each one of them works alone." Giles continued, placing a hand on hers comfortingly. "His own way. Some are human, some...a-are not. Y-you won't know who they are until they strike."

"Then, considering that Chloe needs her own time right now..." Buffy turned to Giles and smirked. "That only leaves your place, doesn't it?"

Giles' eyes went wide. "I don't---Ms. Calendar---."

"Jenny Calendar and I would tear each other's hair out, and the assassins would have their work done for them if I went to stay with her." Buffy's smile was slightly frightening. "So, you're gonna have a roommate."

Giles swallowed loudly.

Far too cheerful considering the circumstances, Buffy turned to the others. "Well, for now all we can do is to try and find out what was in that stolen book. Come on now!"


Angel paced the night, furious.

He, he couldn't believe it, couldn't believe all that he'd heard while eavesdropping on Chloe and that Calendar woman.

Chloe----was the daughter of the Master?

He kicked at a shrub in his fury.

Angel could remember when Chloe had come to him with an apparently innocent question about vampiric ability to procreate.

He also remembered what he'd told her.

"Let's be glad he didn't have any. Everything the Master created, or everyone from his bloodline, Angelus included, were the most evil bastards ever to walk the face of the earth."

He slammed his fist into a light pole.

It dented with the force of the blow.

No wonder she hadn't felt that she could tell him!

Why hadn't he been able to sense the deeper meaning in her words? He'd known that something was bothering her, so her asking that question should have been enough to tip him off...and yet it hadn't.

He was so deep in his self-hatred that he didn't notice the person coming towards him until he was kicked in the face.

Dazed, Angel fell back onto the floor, and looked up at his attacker. It was a young girl, dark skinned, with long curly hair.

She had a stake in her hand as she lunged at Angel.

Neither noticed the vampire in the shadows, watching with wide eyes.

Angel rolled out of the way of the girl's thrust and then was up again, ducking a swing from her. She tried a direct thrust, which Angel just pushed aside, but she followed it up with a punch to the face from her other hand, and used her momentum to spin around for a roundhouse kick, knocking him into a tree.

Angel vamped out, that had hurt.

The girl charged him with the stake held above her head in both hands. He blocked her charge with his arms and twisted her arms down, forcing her to drop the stake, shoving her into a tree.

Payback was a bitch.

He tried to knock her legs out from under her, but her footing was firm and she kicked him in the back, knocking him down instead.

Once down he tricked kicking again, and this time she fell.

The girl grabbed his shirt and pulled him up and kicked him in the face. They both scrambled to their feet, and Angel swung and missed. He swung the other way, but she blocked it and punched him three times in the gut and the a right hook to his jaw. She shoved him to the ground and in a surprising move she drove the stake through his shoulder, all the way into the ground beneath, pinning him to the ground instead of just killing him.

Angel howled in pain and yet didn't have to react as she pulled another stake from her waistband and shoved it through his other shoulder into the ground, pinning him into the earth.

The girl smirked as she stood.

"I'm going to kill you." Angel snarled in pain.

"Den I suggest ya move quickly." She looked up at the sky. "Eastern exposure. De sun will be comin' in a few hours. More dan enough time to go back to find your girlfriend."

"You stay away from her!" Angel roared in anger, and yet was unable to do anything.

She sneered and him, and the last thing he saw before blacking out was her boot coming at break-neck speed towards his face.


Studying at his desk, Giles picked up the book he'd been reading and headed back into the main room with it. When he looked up the first thing he saw were Buffy and Sam sleeping, leaning against the table. The Watcher had awoken Dean some moments before, asking him if he could go to Buffy's and get some things from her house since it wasn't safe for her to go there right now, and he'd left the other two sleeping, but now he saw the need to wake them up as well.

Crouching over Sam, he shook the boy awake before going and doing the same to Buffy.

"Stay away from him you Technopagan freak!" Buffy mumbled as she came awake, before looking up at Giles sleepily and throwing her arms around his neck, pulling him close. "He's mine."

Giles blushed scarlet, back bent at a painful angle. "Uh, uh, B-Buffy?"

She then went tense. "I'm awake, aren't I?"

He nodded.

She let go as if he'd burnt her.

Giles put the book on the table and pulled his glasses off as he cleared his throat, pretending the glasses needed cleaning once more. "I think I may have found something, finally."

"You did?" Sam's voice was deep with sleep.

Giles nodded, not trusting himself to put on his glasses as yet. "I-I found a-a description of the missing Du Lac manuscript. It's a ritual. Now I...I haven't managed to decipher the exact details, but I believe the purpose is to restore a weak and sick vampire back to full health."

Buffy was suddenly fully awake. "A vampire like Drusilla?"

He nodded, finally putting his glasses back on. "Exactly."


In her room, Drusilla looked up as Dalton slammed the Du Lac manuscript shut and handed her his handwritten pages of translation.

She ignored her tarot cards in favor of reading a bit of what he'd written, and she paused, surprised. "My cure..."

Dalton nodded. "The missing link, it was..."

"Right, right in front of us...the whole time." Drusilla put down the manuscript translation, feeling another bout of weakness come upon her.

She'd...she'd wanted to be a family again.

But she wanted to be stronger even more.

The brunette picked up the card that had been intriguing her before Dalton passed her the pages.

It was of an angel.

Suddenly a minion of Spike's entered the room. "Mistress, sorry for intruding, but I just saw Angelus staked to the ground and left to die by some woman."

Dalton looked up. "Is he still there?"

The minion nodded.

Drusilla smiled. "Go, and bring me. I am to have a lovely tea party to plan, and he is to be my guest of honor."


"I can't even believe you." Cordelia groaned as they walked towards Buffy's house. "You dragged me out of bed for a ride. What am I? Mass transportation?"

"That's what a lot of the guys say, but it's just locker room talk." Dean announced, pulling out the keys Buffy had given him as they made it to the front steps. "I wouldn't pay it any mind."

She glared at him. "Oh, great. So now I'm your taxi and your punching bag."

"I like to think of you more as my witless foil," Dean grinned at her as he put the keys to the lock. "But have it your way."

She hit him up the back of his head.

He laughed as he unlocked the door and entered. "C'mon Cordy. You wanna be a member of the Scooby Gang you gotta be willing to be inconvenienced every now and then."

"Oh, right," she snorted as they entered the house and closed the door behind them. "'Cause I lie awake at night hoping you tweakos will be my best friends."

"I thought you 'genuinely liked' Chloe." He reminded her as he made his way up the stairs.

"I do." Cordelia responded as she stayed downstairs, yawning into her hand. "And to this day I wonder why she's friends with you."

"Just keep an eye out for anything suspicious." Dean snorted as he disappeared upstairs to get the things Buffy needed.

"Sure thing." Cordelia spun her keys around as she walked into the living room and looked around, wondering if she could sleep on Buffy's sofa while Dean was upstairs perving on the Slayer's underwear.

The brunette decided to give it a try, lying down and closing her eyes.


After Spike had left, Chloe had gone back to her bed and fallen asleep, dreaming of all of the stories he'd told her about Angelus, but she couldn't fall into the deep sleep she wanted.

Which was probably good, since when she felt something stirring in her room she'd opened her eyes in time to roll to the far side of the bed and avoid the hatchet striking the pillow where her head had been.

Her attacker, a dark-skinned girl, swung again and it hit the mattress when Chloe sidestepped the blow.

Chloe did a flip over the female's back and onto the floor behind her, ready to fight.

"Who the hell are you?" She snapped.

The girl swung with the hatchet and Chloe ducked the swing, grabbing the bed curtain. She pulled it down and over the girl's head, knocking her to the floor with a kick to the head. The girl quickly scrambled out from under the curtain and held the hatchet up and ready.

"Not much of a talker, huh?" Chloe snarked.

The girl swung the hatchet and Chloe caught it. Her attacker pulled her around and slammed her into the wall, pushing the hatchet into her chest. Chloe pushed the hatchet up and away from her. The girl pulled down on it, flipping Chloe over onto her back, bearing down on her.

"You know, for someone who refuses to speak, you're really annoying." Chloe grunted as she let go of the hatchet with one hand and dug her nails into the girl's hand. Her attacker gritted her teeth and grunted in pain as Chloe grabbed the girl's arm and rolled her over and away.

They both scrambled to their feet.

Chloe kicked the hatchet out of the girl's hand, and the raven-haired girl tried to kicks, which Chloe easily blocked before ducking a swing to her head and swinging back, the girl grabbing her arm in mid-swing and flipping her over onto the ground. The blond let out a pained breath as her attacker reached down for her, but Chloe kicked up with both legs into the other girl's face, making her fall backwards to the floor.

Once more they both scrambled to their feet.

Chloe performed a roundhouse kick to the girl's face, causing the girl to fall again before hopping right back to her feet.

They faced each other, ready to continue the fight.

"Who are you?" The woman asked, back facing the open door of Chloe's room.

"It speaks." Chloe snorted. "And how the hell can you ask who I am? You attacked me! Who, the hell, are you?"

"I am Kendra!" The girl exclaimed. "De Vampire Slayer!"

Chloe paused, blinking, shocked.

But Kendra, 'De Vampire Slayer', didn't get a chance to attack, suddenly collapsing to the ground, unconscious.

Behind her stood Gabe Sullivan, dressed in his nightclothes, a baseball bat in his hand. "Did I get her?"

Chloe blinked in surprise before smirking at her father. "Yeah, I think you did."

"Oh." He smiled. "Good."

She laughed before looking at the girl and sighing. "Dad. You're going to need to call Giles. He needs to hear this."
16th-Feb-2010 01:35 am (UTC)
Oh my god, I love Gabe! That last part had me cracking up. I totally feel for Chloe though, you can defenitely understand why she kept that all to herself but its sad how much it was effecting her. I loved her confrontation with Spike. I really like that she's not scared of him and how that both annoys and turns him on. I loved this chapter! So much amazingness!
16th-Feb-2010 01:45 am (UTC)
Thanks! Since deciding to make Gabe know about Chloe's activities I wanted him to have a kickass moment...and this was it. lol
16th-Feb-2010 01:50 am (UTC)
oh boy is jenny going to tell the rest of them what chloe told her ? oh boy what is angel going to say to chloe after he gets away from dru and all ? oh boy another slayer is in town i rember her lol. PPMS
16th-Feb-2010 02:01 am (UTC)
yes, everyone will eventually know the truth by the time season two is finished....and i can't reveal anymore of the plot to you!!
16th-Feb-2010 03:10 am (UTC)
Gabe is awesome ♥ I'm glad he's having a life in fanfiction - its so rare, lmao.

I like the Chloe/Spike chat! ♥

And Buffy's dream was hilarious! haha
16th-Feb-2010 03:15 am (UTC)
Despite her being *sure* there's something going on between Jenny/Gabe she's still got her insecurities considering 'that technopagan' still wanting to get her claws into Giles!!!
16th-Feb-2010 03:36 am (UTC)
I love this chapter so much!!!!

Like that Dean told Sam to realize that Chloe won't let go of Angel.
Yay! Chloe finally to someone about what was affecting her.
Love when Spike went to Chloe's and he's both mad and turn on that Chloe is not afraid of him.

Behind her stood Gabe Sullivan, dressed in his nightclothes, a baseball bat in his hand. "Did I get her?"

OMG!!! So much love!!! Gabe is so awesome!!!!
16th-Feb-2010 03:53 am (UTC)
yay! More Gabe!love! He never gets enough in my opinion :D
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